<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #800040">Termagant</span></span></div><br/>Termagant snorted a burst of laughter, folding her wings upward as her muzzle touched the floor to produce an over the top, purposefully dramatic bow. “I’m here to serve, Lili dear.” Raising her head back to her human messenger companion, Lili inquired about a choice in clothing. The creature tilted her head at the various options, more confused and just as initially indecisive as her friend was. “Humans have it tough; I thought<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>had it bad, having to tend to my scales,” she scratched a claw at her scaly skin, briefly polishing a section of the burnt umber surface before continuing, “...Though I suppose we are going to talk to royalty today, so they may appreciate the formal attire.” She motioned her jagged head toward the dress. It would suit her nicely, Termagant thought, before walking to the castle window and peering into the distance. Life had started to breathe into town, various stalls lighting up and the sounds and smells of hard work wafting through the morning air. Although somewhat gloomy, it seemed like a decent day for Mekova, and the ever growing cravings of breakfast became apparent to the creature’s growling belly.<br/><br/>Termagant frowned at the thought of a particular food she had desperately been craving. “That’s it, Lili - I am going on a quest to determine if any of the stands ‘ere have any of the nice Alderion pudding that I’ve not had in ages! Get dressed, and I’ll come and find you when<span style="font-style: italic">justice</span>has been delivered,” the dragon smiled, humour glimmering in her emerald eyes as her morning wits started to liven. Before her partner could respond, she opened the lock and bursted through the large open window once more, sailing carefully down to the castle gates. Guards and castle workers of the like didn’t pay much attention to it; Termagant’s name was now well familiar over the many years of her travels amongst the three kingdoms. Many anticipated the scratching sounds of claws hitting the ground, the faint crackles and pops of her joints and heavy bones as she stretched her padded limbs forward to walk, the soft growl of a dragon eager to eat her favourite human food. Her eyes beamed as a line of stalls came into view. “Let’s see if anyone is selling some foo-”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“-get back to the lower half of town where the common filth belongs.”</span>A stranger’s voice cut through her musings, her head darting to the direction of the noise. It seemed a scene was beginning to unfold, featuring a distressed seamstress, an angered woman, and a young, lost-in-thought squire boy who had just stumbled into the situation. Termagant sighed, taking assertive steps toward the trio. “Is there a problem here, ladies, young lad? I don’t think the castle would be very pleased with an early morning riot.” The dragon’s deep voice hummed, swaying side to side as she looked down to eye each of them. About the size in height of a smaller horse, it didn’t require much effort to view them. “Don’t mean to intrude on your little quarrel, but I’m in a bit of a hurry here - does anyone happen to have some pudding on them?” Lowering her tone carefully, she leaned into the group as though exposing a worthy secret. “It satisfies my cravings for human flesh...” She snickered, gave a cheeky wink to the seamstress as she’d seen witty, mortal charmers practise, and sat upright to observe and perceive the group’s response. Of course, the creature hadn’t dared eaten a single human for most of her existence, but being a clunky, imposing, sharp and toothy creature did have certain connotations that the dragon liked to use to her advantage - and daresay, entertainment - once in a while. Especially without Lili to correct her otherwise.