Grim waited to answer until everyone was in the carriage. The mule snorted and pinned his ears as they piled inside, but the driver smiled and nodded. Grimalkin leaped up onto the front seat. "The Historic Voodoo Museum," he told the driver, who didn't look at all fazed by a talking cat. "And step on it."

Jason sat tightly in a corner of the seat,clearly trying not to take up to much space. He was silent,but after a moment put up a hand and blew soft ice particals and then started moving his hands about them,causing them to swirl and take shape into beautiful designs. Some dragons,others strange beasts that seemed dragon but also something else,something monstrous but elegant all the same.

Ash and Puck stayed silent for the rude, as did Grim. The carriage soon pulled up to a shabby looking building in the French Quarter. A pair of simple black doors stood beneath the overhang, and a humble wooden sign proclaimed it the 'New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum'. Dusk had fallen, and the sign in the grimy window read 'Closed'. Grim nodded to Puck who, after everyone got out and the carriage left, muttered a few words under his breath and tapped on the door. It opened with a soft creak

Jason followed,tho not to closely. He had in his right hand what was the last product of the ice designs. It was a shape of a small young dragon with the softest expression you'd think. They where a little ice version of Silver,with their wings spread happily and body in a mid flight position,clearly full of innocent joy.

Inside was musty and warm, and Ash made sure to avoid a bump in the carpet. He noticed the little statue but didn't comment on it

Jason coughed a bit,not liking the musty air. Jason noticed how Ash avoided the bump and,just out of caution,did so as well,tho stayed to the side.

Ash looked back at Jason. "You guys need to come in and hear what the oracle has to say if we're going to find your brother."
"Yeah," Puck said. "We came so Jason could ask the oracle where his brother was."

Jason lit up a bit at the mention of his brother, he missed them like heck. He held the ice shape close to his side,the ice seeming like thick clearish glass. Dragon ice.

Puck closed the door behind Jason, and the room plunged into darkness.
Ash spoke a quick word which caused a globe of blue fire to appear in front of him. The light washed over a grisly collection of horror. A skeleton in a top hat stood along the far wall beside a mannequin with an alligator head. Skulls of humans an animals decorated the room along with grinning masks and numerous wooden dolls. Glass cases bore jars of snakes and frogs floating in amber liquid, teeth, pestles, drums, turtle shells, and other oddities.

"This way," came Grimalkin's voice, unnaturally loud in the lining silence. He started down a dark hall where portraits of men and women stared at them from the walls. He ducked into a room with a round table in the center that was covered by a black tablecloth. There were four chairs, as if someone had been expecting them

Jason felt bad at the sight of the poor reptiles,being half dragon and therefore part reptile. He followed silently,not sure if he could talk therefore he did not. His freckle scales turned faintly white but also swirling yellow at the edges as he saw the four chairs.