Neusa was slithering in a nearby glen, picking flowers. She had finished her duties in the temple early, and had some time to herself. She sang cheerfully to herself as she grabbed a large pink lily of sorts, followed by a bundle of small purple blooms. She smiled widely, revealing fanged maw and deep blue tongue. She set the flowers dainty in a basket she made, before slithering off to another patch. She stopped every now and then to look around, and make sure no invaders had been watching her. She did not know what they want, other than to steal the great dragon's ore. The simply appeared one day, spying on the mines. At the time, on one paid them any mind, but soon, an armed force of them was upon the shore, causing the many tribes to band together, to protect their lands, as well as the golden metal that spared them the wrath of the mighty dragon. After seeing no one, she continued picking flowers, still singing to herself.