Head: "I saw something!"
Dragon: "It's something small. Evil, I think."
Body: "Where is it? I can't see."
Head: "It's because I have the eyes, dummy."
Body: "Don't call me that! What would you float over without me? Nobody would take a pale floating head serious."
Dragon: "Stop arguing you two. We have to take care of the evil thing that ran through the room on the far end."
Head: "Body, zap it with your magic staff."
Body: "Is it edible? Can't Dragon hunt it?"
Dragon: "I am not going near that devil creature."
Head: "I think it's looking at us."
Body: "Let's run."
Dragon: "Yes, lets."

At the far end of the room, a little white mouse watches a dragon, a robed body with a long dangerously sparkling staff, and a pale floating head hastily run toward winding stairs to a different floor.