[A quick nod, and Kratos is off, swiftly creeping around the edge of the area to a spot far enough away from Karma to where the dragon is less likely to spot him. Kratos isn't really sure of just how much range his magic has at this point, but he's able to cast enough of a gust of wind that a few loose flowers and petals begin whipping around. The dragon is, at least for now, successfully distracted by chasing the flowers down. Kratos is watching it like a hawk, but he motions to Karma that it's safe to proceed.]
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