She takes her time, slowly crossing the room, and settling down on the floor, opposite him, not bothering to switch to a more reasonable human form. "As I said before, she was a gift for the information you gave me. For, you see... you weren't the first to discover the 'twilight dragons'. Rather, you were just the first to identify and name them." She gestures, sharply, and a rift appears, directly into her domain, to one of the lowest reaches, a lava-filled cavern, clearly a dragon's lair. At the heart, half-nestled in a pool of lava, is, perhaps, the largest<em>black</em>dragon he's ever seen, easily colossal, though he can tell at a glance, she's not truly a black; her scale pattern and horns seem almost more like a blending between a black and a brass.<br/><br/>"This... is Sintheria, or as she prefers to call herself, Sinestra. I always suspected she was unusual, but it seems that even my daughters can keep secrets from me, not that I would have even known to look. You see, Sintheria is the daughter of a rather cunning black, sired by a particularly cruel brass, though I am certain you've noticed several interesting things about her, most notably her size, larger than either parent dragon. But what is particularly interesting is something I didn't even realize, until I spoke with her, as I tend to... forget normal, mortal lifespans. You see, Sintheria here was born more than<em>three</em>millenia ago, and, to judge by a number of factors, why, she's only about halfway through a dragon's life cycle." The portal snaps shut, leaving all five of her heads, grinning. "I figured you might find that information... enlightening, don't you agree?"