The dragon seems quite depressed, all told, moving slowly, with a very lethargic energy, as he considers his much depleted hoard. Most of his gold and treasure had been spent on the customized shackles, for each of the women, especially the bands binding the goddess; they were all still in place, when he arrived to free them, although he'd easily break the dragon's shackles, he'd find that the only way to remove the shackles binding the goddess would be to actually open them with a key, as they were completely immune to any form of magic, or divine power, as well as neutralizing any power of those wearing them.<br/><br/>The four sane dragonnesses hurry through, politely condensing to smaller sizes, to better accommodate themselves. None of them were hungry or tired, actually, though they were quite weary, thanks to the Rings of Sustenance placed on them. "I was bested once. I have no desire to try again."<br/><br/>"It will be some time," the red replies, in between mouthfuls of coins, picking up a small bronze statue, and biting the head off. "An hour, or so. Most would take days to do this."