Zenyatta starts floating (in his slightly off balance way) down the hallway. It's very easy to tell the dragon starts to follow him. The footsteps rumble and shake the hall. As they come close to an intersection, a mop runs across followed by an exasperated Legion World custodian. The custodian skids to a halt and pales when he sees the large dragon behind Zenyatta; all thoughts of chasing his magic'd mop vanish.

"Greetings," Zenyatta starts before the custodian has a chance to scream. "Could you point me in the direction of a large biome? My friend here could use the space."

The custodian looks to Zenyatta, to the dragon, to Zenyatta, to the dragon, and back to Zenyatta. Then he mutters something about not getting paid enough for this mess and more loudly rattles off a location of a grasslands biome. And then he mutters again about needing a raise and walks off in the direction the running mop went.

Zenyatta thanks the custodian (though the custodian didn't wait around for thanks) and then turns to the dragon. "Shall we try that place?"