"Hmmm?" she reaches out to take his drawing, recognizing the stance and stripes of the wyvern nearly instantly. "Two Tigrex's, unusual they are normally very territorial, must be a mating pair," she murmurs to herself, but loud enough for Zell to hear. Turning a little she takes a big swig of her mead, looking Zell up and down, "You ever take on a Wyvern?" She asks him hoping for an honest answer.