She was cleaning away, and mentally trying to figure out what each item did, as she cleaned them, when she nearly jumped out of her skin at the touch of something wet, long and cold across her back. Biting back a scream, she whirled and started to cast a spell, but stopped before she even started, remembering the collar. A wash of fear, but then she realized it was just the dragon, and not something evil about to eat her. He might, but there was a method to its madness.<br/><br/>Looking at him, she waited a moment to see if he had something for her to do, but when he lay back down, she returned to her work. Finishing the lance, she pulled a small amulet to herself, and began to wipe it down, trying to get the bloodstains off of it. So focused was she at her self appointed task, that she jumped again when he suddenly spoke to her. Looking at him in confusion, she said, "Master?"