She shrugged at Soanala's comment about doing something other than vexing her, then testing her foot again, she smiled, pleased that it had healed enough to no longer prevent movement. "I go by a few names, but please, call me Ceres." She paused, then grinned. "Something to curse at when I steal your prize out from under your nose."<br/><br/>She paused, looking at her own light clothing, then pulled a knife from her belt, slicing off the tattered remains of the long pants, leaving what amounted to leather short-shorts, followed by peeling off the ruined top, slicing it into several bands, and converting the wrecked shirt into a long strip of leather, which she wrapped about her bosom, leaving most of her body bare. Her own heritage was obvious, the dark green scales, in some places nearly black, covering her arms like long gloves, reaching from the apex of her shoulders down to the back of each hand, while more scales guarded her flanks and upper back, reinforcing the points where her wings grew from her upper back, while protecting each side, while leaving much of her trim abdomen and torso unscaled. Looking lower, the scales wrapped about her legs from mid-thigh to ankle, with a pair of light ankle boots covering her feet.<br/><br/>Ceres paused, looking at the keep as she registered Soanala's question. "Well, based on their permanent mad-on for anything with draconic blood, I'd assume that they're trying to subvert a relic or five to be used as weapons."<br/><br/>Carefully, she stood up, Stretching slightly and allowing her wings to stretch wide, the span nearly twenty feet. "Figure we should aim for the top floors of the keep, instead of fighting through whomever is left on the bottom floors? If you can't reach it, I can give you a lift, in exchange for a fair challenge when we get the treasure."