"Hmm... a dragon?  Interesting..." she said, still standing between her and the men, though they were beginning to die down "And you can call me Freyja, my cute little Cora.  Come on, have a seat, and don't mind the men; really they're all bark, no bite at all."<br/><br/>She moved then, to take a seat on what was likely 'her' straw bed, wrapping her arms around her legs, the legs to her chest, and gesturing for her to sit either beside her or on the other, her call.<br/><br/>"Tried to kill a dragon... let me guess, a wizard's pet?" she asked, chuckling a bit, her laughter low "Ah... yes, means you'll be down here for a while, not as long as I'm supposed to be though... though, 'not getting along' is different from 'mad enough to kill'... what exactly did this dragon do to piss you off so bad?"