"Eh?? Please don't keep coming back, usually travelers just take the payoff and leave! I thought if everyone thought there was a monster living here, nobody would come.... Just rumors, all of it. Rumors that I've paid to have spread around. Uh, oh! Right, the collar. Let me just, uh, go and get that for you."<br/><br/>Quickly the girl climbed up to her feet and started running deeper into the cave. Twisted and confusing as the tunnels may have been, it seemed the little tyke had the whole place memorized like the back of her own hand. After only a few minutes the soft patter of her foot steps could be heard, and once again she came into view. Held in her hands was a metallic black collar. There was dark blue magic mixing and moving and waving from within the material. There was no doubt this collar was going to do<i>something</i>impressive.<br/><br/>"U-um, if you could just..... er, if I could reach, I can put it on for you. It works better that way. Also, well I really hope you don't keep coming back, but if you actually do, I guess I should know your name. Just 'Knight lady' or 'Strange warrior' doesn't really flow properly. My name is Sylvia! Sylvia Seraphine Barnett. I've lived in this cave for a very long time, and so far I've had the fortune of not meeting anyone as brazen as you until today."<br/><br/>She was now working quite hard to keep up the facade. Excitement was starting to bubble up so fiercely that Sylvia nearly couldn't contain it. It was so close. All she had to do was clamp this little thing around the other woman's neck. Even dragons get lonesome from time to time, and this fighter seemed like a wonderful trinket to add to her collection. Gold and magic could only provide so much entertainment, after all.