She grunts. "It sounds like you stole someone else's bargain, then" she replies, with a slight smirk. "I made a bargain; a fool I was, in retrospect, but I was young and foolish, indeed. I had been cursed with a vision of the future, where the bastard who sits atop the throne would spread his disease across this land, and in his madness, damn us for a century to come. I begged, I pleaded, I offered everything... and someone accepted. In my haste, I didn't even meet them properly, a hooded figure, shrouded in smoke, but they tasked me with a task that I could not, at that time, accomplish. Acquire a heart-scale from each of the ten dragon breeds," she says, holding up a necklace, tucked inside her clothing; ten large dragonscales, from the thickest section, protecting their hearts, on a simple, mithril chain, hung around her neck. "Once I had finished, as soon as the last one was on the chain... I felt the power, descending upon me, and knew what I needed to do, at last."