He watched her preen, before nodding slightly as he admired her again, imagining her on his hoard for a moment, before getting to business. "If you would like, I am sure we can work out other arrangements for our personal entertainment.<br/><br/>But the most interesting thing about this creature so far is the poison glands. Do you know how most glands work? That dying also kills the glands? This one was kill a couple hours ago, when it tried to ambush me and mine from behind. I crushed its head, and then the other eleven or so withdrew in pairs, leapfrogging to ensure that I didn't pursue. They are nearly invisible to blindsense, and the only reason I avoided its first attack was because of my standard defensive spells. The middle tentacle is usually invisible or something similar, but very weak, unlike the usual combat tentacles in the usual spots."<br/><br/>He gave her a quick run down on how the poison worked, paralyzes, damages constitution and dexterity, and works until magically cured or the poisoned target is killed. He then stared at the creature again, almost positive its head was thicker than what he had crushed it to. "I am not sure what other defenses it has, but I was wondering if you had any idea where such a creature would make its lair. Like a spot where magic has reached a point where it is physically appearing in a liquid form, and pools are usually fatal to come in contact with, causing rampant, uncontrolled mutations. That I saw at least eleven others with identical traits has unfortunate implications."