"There was a red in charge here, once," the blue replies, giving a grin that bares his fangs. "I killed him," he says, though Draiss can tell it's a lie; it was most likely the first blue, who this one pretends to be. "But, of course, you didn't come here, to talk about my past, did you?" He laughs, slightly, at Draiss naming himself a merchant, then shakes his head. "I must say, after the way my Queen spoke of you, I expected something a fair bit more... sinister. Were we dealing with humans, I might have said a multi-headed, fire-spewing dragon, but considering my Queen<em>is</em>exactly that... hmm, perhaps not the best analogy," he muses, a slight, playful gleam in his eye.<br/><br/>"However, if I have only invited a<em>mere</em>merchant to my domain, I suppose I might make an arrangement, after all. I have heard that your companion here is a renowned smith, yes?"