Nezasit arrives garbed for ceremony, as befits a meeting with such a lofty and likely to be a polymorphed dragon member of the clergy. As she kneels in supplication her black scales gleam with immaculate cleaning and care taken properly present herself as one with the form of a dragon. Her form is imposing when upright, reaching nearly seven feet tall and well built. The wyrmspeaker's mention of hunger has Nez place a hand on her belly. She's not only felt that hunger, she has embraced and indulged it. Lesser followers wishing to become closer to the form of a dragon by adding to hers. It has given her quite the generous proportions. In addition it has garnered enough attention from Tiamat herself to earn Nez boons so that she may bring more closer to dragons as part of herself. Or so she likes to think.<br/><br/>"Tiamat's will be done. I will see this heretic and any who follow her," Nez licks her lips. "brought to justice. I can already feel my stomachs panging for them."