Though her head was turned to the side, Rissle was quick to look back on her bickering kobolds playing king of the belly as she both heard, felt and saw them come sliding down her belly towards her own body. And though the ranger might have insisted that she just eeped and accidentally swallowed up two more of the cult's members, anyone who paid any form of attention would have seen the half-dragonborn glutton gape up in good time to catch both of the treats between her jaws, and allow their momentum to carry them down her throat.<br/><br/>Stiffling a wet belch coaxed up by the movements of her new meals getting aquainted with their final, wobbling resting place, Rissle blushed up, pushed against her belly and puffed, "God, this is going to take a whole lot of walking to burn off...", but still smiling all the same. A big, juicy meal was always worth the extra padding that came with it, though the ranger had some concerns about how much weight she would gain from the day's oppulent feast. Tossing a thumbs up to the victor atop her stomach, a sneaky woman of her own heart, Tissle turned back to Lilissa and immediately taking on a bit more worried expression. "Really? Like, and actual, adult dragon? ... I assume it's a blue one, as I doubt a bronze dragon would aid heretic cultists attack a village, which is unfortunate. Though if the camp is in the forest, we should be able to stay hidden from the sky quite easily, and just need to be wary of open spaces where a dragon could land, take off or lay in ambush. Assuming the dragon isn't staying with the heretics, we could always try to take them unawares and defeat them before they can call their draconic ally. Or do you have another plan in mind Lilissa?