"For the most part, however, the great Dragons of old were murdered in their homes for they were thought of as evil. But we shall never really know, shall we?" She shrugged, and despite her words, she was quite happy with what he had said about them. "Perhaps I misjudged you. Not a chicken, but a hawk. Fierce in battle and strong willed. It's easy to confuse the two... both are very delicious when dumped in soup." She allowed a short spurt of quiet laughter before her stomach growled loudly. "Perfectly timed, as always. All this talk of food has me hungry for dinner. Care to join us?"