The wyrmling's green eyes widened at the appearance of the drow from nothing, and it opened its mouth in surprise. "<span style="color: olive">What? How do you do that?</span>" it said amazedly. "<span style="color: olive">Mother says that I can make magic when I grow old, but how are you able to make magic when you are still so young?</span>"<br/><br/>Giveing a bit of a hop at first to come nearer, the little bronze dragon began circling her, giving her sniffs and observant looks. "<span style="color: olive">You do not look magical, and yet you are. Are you a men? Father says that a men is dangerous, that they can swing swords and use magic and kill everything they meet.</span>" It gave her another look, this time at Sbatarra's equipment. "<span style="color: olive">You have swords and you have magic. You seem like a men to me.</span>" Its eyes were not scared at all, but very curious, showing that it was very interested in this stranger.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>