Jasper blinked as the woman spoke, her amber eyes flicking over her. This was a dilrct she didn't understand, shealthing her sword she pinched the bridge of her nose, without proper communication she couldn't just kill this woman. What if it had been an accident? Jasper was sure it wasn't an accident but she couldn't assume the elders would tan her hide.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath Jasper crossed her large arms as she licked her lips. "Est-ce que tu parles français?" Wait for a reaction as she tried something else.<i>"Can you speak orcish? How about ancient elvish?" </i>She went multiple langauges with no reaction to go off of. Sighing she pinched the bridge of her nose a little harder. Freeing her hair from its long pony tail she shook her hair free letting it fall down her back.<br/><br/>"Fine.. I'll try English them.. Common tongue.." She snapped as she noticed the woman's skin steaming, the littlw cuts healing shut rather quickly. Cocking an eyebrow she smirked slightly "So tell me.. Why the hell did you attack me and my dragon you wench? She snapped as she clenched her fists staring down at the tiny woman, already picturing crushing the wimp under her foot.  Taking a step closer she no ed to removed her gauntlet and poked the woman's skin, right on a healing wound. She was surprosed how hot the womans skin was, bit it didn't even phase her for a moment. She had battle dragons in her youth, she had been bathed in fire. A right of passage for those who came of age with the draconians.