Lexikandras is standing before the High Wyrmspeaker, bowing her upper torso and her forelegs bent in knee towards her superior. Though one day she dreamed of taking such a high seat in the faith, such a goal was, for now, very far off. She listens with her head towards the ground in reverence, likely overly so. Her upper body is clothed in white cloths, draped over her more than generous bust, and they hang freely in front of her, still protecting her decency. Her bottom half is an imposing draconic physique that rivals the size of a horse, but is rather bulky, while not being impairing. A holy symbol of tiamat hangs lightly on her waist, easily hidden under her draping clothes. She has no clothing on her rear half, though her tail does a decent job at covering her modesty. Her quarterstaff is strapped to her back, along with a pair of saddlebags filled with supplies. She had gotten ready for the adventure already, though she had not heard the goal.<br/><br/>The idea of heretics irked the dracotaur, though it did make her realize that she needed to keep mind on her faith. She would be happy to reunify what few worship the dragon goddess who shall be soon to return.