"Barbaric," she muttered, clambering from the cart, and following Ricbert closely as he removed an iron instrument from his pocket, and began shaking it back and forth and creating the most awful racket. The pale, sickly dragon that had been snarling at them from in front of several vault doors flinched and cowered away from the goblin and the instrument in his hand. Barbaric, Draco agreed in his head, but he couldn’t help but watch in awe as the enormous beast shuddered in fear and pressed itself up against the caverns stone walls.