A twig snapped, jerking Stormy into consciousness. She was pretty pissed from being woken from that lovely dream, but she continued to lie on the grass, feigning sleep. She heard the newcomer enter her small glen and cursed her luck. She knew from experience that secret little places like this drew adventurers like flies to honey, but it was so relaxing!<br/>She finally sat up, just as his weapons came online, although she didnt know that.<br/>"Who the hell are you?" She asked petulantly, disdain clear on her face as she stood and approached him. She cut an intimidating figure, decked in black dragon hide with her large wings half spread and a dangerous sway to her step.