It seems that Tiyala had hit a nerve for the dragongirl.  As she watched the way that grin turned icy and dangerous, she didn’t need anything else to know that it was the truth.  Only a glaring weakness like that collar being pointed out would make someone get that pissed.  Especially that growl.  Tiyala’s grin showed she knew she was right.  She didn’t believe the lies the dragon was spouting about the collar.  That it was nothing.  If Tiyala was wrong, then the dragon wouldn’t be so angry as to make threats.  She may actually be scared if this girl could actually shift to her true form.  But past that, she was confident her magic could save herself.  She was ready to use it.<br/><br/>Tiyala never actually said anything in reply as she took her hand away from the collar when the dragongirl moved, and with the next statement and question.  She couldn’t help a little laugh at it.<span style="color: Blue">“I have been told that before… multiple times.”</span>And it wasn’t a lie.  Her mother had said that jokingly, and her teachers in the mage collage...  in not so nice of a way.  But at least the dragon girl backed off and calmed down after that.  As if they hadn’t had this little threat throwing confrontation.  With the back off, Tiyala canceled the spell.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">“The human actually looks like she could be dangerous with that sword.  Same with the wood elf in tatters.  Could be dangerous.  The last elf… maybe a cleric?  No real obvious weapons… that I can see.  Dressed too heavily to be a hand to hand fighter.”</span>She said, her own analysis on the adventuring group that she could see.  Seeming to try ignoring the mention of people going down the dragongirl’s gullet.  At least for a moment.<span style="color: Blue">“Maybe the people in this tavern don’t have much in the way of wits; they just don’t actually realize what you are beyond just dangerous looking.”</span><br/><br/>Tiyala sighed a bit though at the dragon girl’s next words.<span style="color: Blue">“’Quick-wittest’ isn’t a word, I don’t believe."</span>She said as watching the dragon fall into a more casual, relaxed stance, though couldn’t help staring at her chest again for a moment with a blush again before looking at the group.<span style="color: Blue">“Fine, sounds like as good a chance as any…”</span>she paused as she looked at the dragon, with a slight grin.<span style="color: Blue">“… just, if you have the wits you claim to have, try to keep them and keep your mouth in check.  We don’t need them attacking us.”</span><br/><br/>With that, she stood up and grabbed her half remaining bottle of wine to shove in the travel pack that had been under the table before throwing this over her shoulder.<span style="color: Blue">“Okay little…”</span>well, maybe not so little,<span style="color: Blue">“… Dragongirl.  Let’s see if they could use a mage as a self-important dragon.  By the way my name is Tiyala.  Not ‘little mortal.’”</span><br/><br/>After that, Tiyala started to walk across the bar towards the small group.  There didn’t seem to be any real sway to her step.  And it had only been a little less than half the bottle she had drank.  The only sign that she had drunk any alcohol was the almost permanent color on her face.  She stopped just outside of range of the Human’s blade.<span style="color: Blue">“I couldn’t help but overhear when my… companion here wasn’t being bitchy, that you were talking about trying to go for that bandit quest.   I think I can be of some help.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>