The Dragonling listened. Every word that Garsot spoke, she felt her heart swell in agreement.<br/><br/>They had expected them to go forth and do their dirty work for them? Just the pair? Moments earlier they could not be bothered to even trust them, let alone be allowed to be considered their heroes and representatives. Now they also requested that they march on forward and beat up a bunch of strangers they did not even know? Something selfish was going on about the Elves. They had given them a high feast, that was for sure, but no amount of food was worth the risk of a life.<br/><br/>Her tail turned up in anger as they made their early dismissal of the pair, standing up quickly and climbing up her companions arm to rest along his shoulders once more; But not before sneaking a drumstick of a large cooked avian in her maw with a snarky bite, turning her head away from them and her snout up as they made their leave from the table.<br/><br/>They did not need their hospitality anyway. If these people were truly this selfish and ready to send off strangers into danger, perhaps they deserved the cruelty that they had coming to them. She could not help but feel bad for the innocent villagers that followed after their lead however, knowing it was not their fault that things were going this way.