She looked at the boy for a long moment.  She could smell his fear oozing out of his pores even over the tanning chemicals.  This is why she killed drow.  Not just for what they did to their captives, but what they left behind in their wake as well.<br/><br/>"I need a saddle for a riding lizard.  If I'm to go underground, I have to have one.  I've never ridden one before, so bareback won't do and I need it now, so you'll have to work the night.  I hear you are excellent with leather," she added, hoping a shot of confidence would help the boy.  She decided it couldn't hurt at least.<br/><br/>"My 'mount' is in your stables.  Grab whatever you need and let's go look at it, shall we?"