Kathrine's eyes stared at the Dragontaur, the rippling of the great creature's body, the way it stared at her. Great Ancalagon, his throat ripped to shreds and yet his body survived but his words did not. As she approached him, tentively, knowing well enough what dragons could do to a mere human she bowed forward slowly. "The mistake was mine great Dragontaur, allow me to show you what I want..", she tried to approach the great beast, trying to lay her fingertips on muscle beneath scale.