( DC 23 Perception. Got 20 + 5 = 25. Guess D&D Dice Roller has a tsundere crush on me~  (*´・ｖ・) )<br/><br/>Before the novice-chorister knocks upon the door to the dressing, Bellicious's ears gave a single twitch as the faintest sound of words hit his ears from beyond the closed door. Holding his breath as he tried to catch them, his brain went to work storing the words away.<span style="font-style: italic">From the heart of the dragon...? Something new for me to look up and research, I guess.</span><br/><br/>As he entered the now slightly crowded room with the rest of the entourage, the naga decided it would be best to keep that sliver of information he had heard to himself for now, especially when he was amid strangers. Luckily that was easy to do since his attention was focused on something else; namely the honey-roasted girl serving as the attention-getter in a way. The sight was enough to arouse his hunger, his belly giving the barest of grumbles, only calmed by his hand rubbing it. Luckily, the promises of food is enough to silence his stomach, the tip of his tail beginning to spin happily.<br/><br/>With the wingclap drawing his attention to the actual business of why Virtuoso Zorakatra had called them back, he soaks up the information carefully. "Well, I'm willing to undertake the journey, seeing as it will help smooth out racial tensions and such. That and journeying is quite a bit of fun, I must admit." He admits this with a cheery smile on his face, glad to go along just for the trip even. But the promises of treasure had to saturate it a bit more for him.<br/><br/>And with the arrival of the novice-chorister once again, Bellicious felt his mouth begin to salivate heavily. Such a full meal was like a fresh drink of water within a desert. And at the insistence to eat, he does just that, using his lengthy and powerful tail to lash out and grab one of the goats. Upon dragging it closer to him, he wastes no time in guiding it to his gaping maw. And knowing that his body would have no trouble stretching to hold the meal, he devoured the goat with reckless abandon, the bulge that was the goat slipping down into his gullet with only a few swallows. As the helpless animal began to struggle and squirm with reckless abandon, the naga created a cushion to relax upon, cradling his hefty and squirming gut happily. And luckily his vest allowed for plenty of room, too. "Oh, you have my greatest thanks, Miss Zorakatra. Such a...wonderful meal~ I'm tempted to have another one but I'd like it if I could make my way back to my room tonight."