Rissle was deep in her knightly kneel, her left elbow propped up on her left thigh as she bowed her head as well, not as much in reverence to the High Wyrmspeaker as a religious figure, but in respect of his authority and skillful rule. Though she was freshly washed, her hair braided and in her newest and finest clothes, she was still dressed for travel, scouting and fighting, not for pageantry. But atleast she wasn't wearing her armor! As she pondered the details of the mission laid before them, Rissle would just nod and utter a soft, "Mhm", in reply, slowly drawing a little smile. She knew for a fact that travelling about offered excellent opportunities to have her fill on big, juicy and wriggling meals, evident in the way her clothes were filled out by supple flesh in all the right places, after many a trip into the lands surronding the cult's lair, both for scouting, scavenging and foraging. And just getting to see the world and the opportunities it held was a fine thing as well, though, the half-dragonborn hadn't quite pieced together how they would spread this hunger across the land, and not just gobble people up. Or maybe, that was what he meant? Probably! It sounded much more appealing to Rissle than starting and helping voracious resurgences.