She grins, letting her teeth shift into fangs, for just a second. "No, I'm fairly certain I would eat one. Little wyrmlings go 'pop' as they go down." She laughs, cruelly, her eyes flashing wickedly. She shakes her head. "I still fail to see how humans could be the ones to take over entire planets. So tiny, so frail... and so eager to kill one another. It amazes me they live to see more of them born. They would be happier if they just served as a good food source," she muses.<br/><br/>The town is, indeed, not far away; a number of them, circling this ring, each about 100 miles apart, and in view of the next, to allow for easy teleporting. "I may need one, myself." She hefts the small, purse-like bag. "Contains around seventy thousand gold, mostly in gems."