This town was terrible. At least, it was in Nyx's opinion, and when you're a dragon, your own opinion is the only one that matters. The dragoness had already forgotten the name of the hamlet, which bordered an elven forest. There seemed to be plenty of trade, and trouble too, which attracted a lot of adventurers it seemed, including Nyx, though she was now regretting ever coming here. It's inhabitants were inflicted by a particularly annoying strain of stupidity and haughtiness, as the questing board had proven. Nyx mused that it must be something in the woods, somehow<i>elvish</i>air was making these mortals even more dim-witted than usually. It was the only reason<i>anyone</i>thought that a bounty of mere ten gold was enough for some adventurous idiot to brave a pack of wild, savage wolves.<br/><br/>Agonizingly, with how Nyx's hoard had been reduced after the stint that saw her neck adorned with enchanted steel, ten gold was already a promising reward despite how much she loathed the idea. Putting down some diseased forest mutts couldn't be that hard, and it'd double what little wealth she had. It might even be enough to pay the tab she had build up sitting in this dark corner of the local tavern scowling at anything mortal. That might even stop the barkeeper from throwing glares at her, Nyx was getting tired of having to reply the woman's scowls with a flash of her sharp teeth. Even for a mortal, the woman was downright impatient. The dragoness dragged her claws over the wood of the table she was seated at just to aggravate the burly woman behind the counter further, her lips twisting into a grin as she spied the mortal huffing.<br/><br/>Only fey could not get tired of irritating mortals however, so Nyx lost interest in irking the woman and turned her attention instead to a group of newcomers. The dragoness found it hard to dismiss the three as the sort of dirty vagrants that lived in this dump however, the noble garb of the leader instantly catching the dragoness's interest. If there was one thing her kind had an eye for, it was wealth. The human woman had that air about her, a familiarity with gold that called to Nyx's greed and stirred her hunger for treasure. Following the leader was some sort of elven monk or cleric, with a small elf in disgusting rags bringing up the rear. Dismissing the third as some beggar trying ply some coin from the noble human, Nyx got up to answer the call of possible opulence when the dragoness spied another who was watching the trio carefully.<br/><br/>Hefty steps carried the dragoness through the tavern from her dark corner to her target, startling those who had not seen her in their drunk revelry. The sudden hands descending heavily upon the back of her chair would likely startle Tiyala as well, the high elven woman introduced to glowing amber eyes and a predatory grin if she turned around to face the dragon so unburdened by social structures that decree what behaviour is polite and what isn't. If Tiyala's gaze would venture lower than those sharp teeth, that blush would be in danger of intensifying. It wasn't that Nyx was showing anything naughty, but she wasn't hiding anything like that either. A leather vest several sizes to small for the dragon strained to keep the dragoness's D-cup breasts contained, and failed to cover up her soft midriff. Hotpants enveloped her shapely hips, only able to hide the cleft between Nyx's bare thighs.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="color: red">"Greetings little mortal."</span></span>The she-dragon purred in a voice reminiscent of a brooding volcano, garnering Tiyala's attention if she hadn't yet caught it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>