Ancalagon hisses his displeasure at the contempt from Shyrath,  but replies, "Metallics value wits, chromatics value strength. By combining the two, I hope to put our entire race back where we belong, as rulers. I would have the metallics as my voice and ears, and the chromatics as my claws and fangs. I will deal with this one myself."<br/><br/>He flew up after the gold, and once level, dismissed his enchants of protection, hopefully showing that he was here to talk, not fight, as well as his polymorph spell, returning to his less impressive natural body. He said, "My name is Ancalagon, noble gold, might I inquire as to your purpose here?"