Wizards were a lot to be wary around reguardless of their race, but they could also be some of the most useful. Tilting her head as she pondered the man and just how much to tell him, she stood there for several moments. Finally speaking she said "My name is Ellifain and I was sent to retrieve an ageless and extremely powerful artifact from a rather honry dragon."<br/><br/>Watching the man's reaction for signs of anything from recognition to purpose, she let her words sink in before continuing. "I was ordered here for an audience with the queen in hopes that she may either be able to provide aid, insight, or some trinket of knowledge that might just keep my beloved skin firmly attached to its muscles."<br/><br/>The truth was, the artifact of Ilia had devastating abilities that hadn't been seen since the Hyperion Age. And reguardless of her disposition, she would much rather leave it in the hands of a dragon bent on mayhem than in a roving hand of bandits which might luck up and activate the accursed item. Dragon's tended to pride themselves in their own power not the power of trinkets, as far as she knew atleast.<br/><br/>All this passed through the woman's mind in rapid fashion, part of her mental discipline under the tutelage of her people. Thus she was left with several moments to consider the man she shared the road with. His expression seemed warm enough, however she wasn't sure of his intentions in the least.<br/><br/>"So, friend." she stared. "That is my tale. May i ask after your own?"