She glares at him, as he explains, nodding slowly, her anger quickly building, though no longer directed at him. When he finishes, she seems to calm, considerably, the half-dragon arching an eyebrow, as she enters a cold fury. "Thank you for that, Draiss. If you'll excuse me a moment?" she asks, as she steps outside, and has a few quick words with the dragon, still waiting, mostly consisting of 'burn them, all of them. Now.'<br/><br/>When she returns to the tent, she nods to Draiss. "They've been treacherous for years, but still useful. This time, one of them crossed the line, and, honestly, I no longer care which." She folds her arms under her breasts. "So, what do you want, then? Why are you even here? Do you want to lead this army, as well, or are you just particularly adept at rooting out corruption?"