The dragon gives a soft, chuffing laugh... or would be, if he were smaller; at his size, it's still like an earthquake. "Making light of the situation, I see." He looks mildly surprised to learn that Draiss was monitoring the spells on the women, though it's more than he didn't sense Draiss' sensing, on the thin, delicate spell-strands. "I would be careful touching those. They are quite sensitive, and neither of us want something to happen to them, do we?"<br/><br/>The dragon nods, at Draiss' assessment. "I know you would be quite pleased to take all of these with you, and leave, especially with me dead. But, hear me out. I am old. Very old, now. I'll be dead within a decade, if not sooner. Many of my kin consume all of their treasure, before their death. I want something a little more... pleasant. And do not think I intend to merely kill them; I will make sure they die in true draconic fashion, in battle against one of their own. But, I do not intend to let them go. I worked hard to obtain these treasures, because, after my... failure, I realized I had no legacy to leave on the planes. That is their other purpose. My legacy will last for thousands of years, thanks to them." He stares directly at Draiss. "Surely one like you would understand; I can sense the draconic blood within you."