Dev scowled as she took in the camp. "Lizards" she muttered in Undercommon. "I hate lizards." She was buried in a dark cloak to keep the sun off her skin. She hated the sun too but like people who couldn't eat or drink certain foods, she dealt with it. "Where's the person in charge, slave?" she asked in common of the large dragon creature covered in armor, thumping the ground with its tail.