"Not even a pretty little elfling, for dalliances?" she asks, mock pouting. "I will have to consider it... at the very least, the sight of such powerful beings in chains might be delicious enough."<br/><br/>Sure enough, exactly at the two hour mark, a slender, lithe-looking elven woman, with hair so black, it very nearly looks blue, wearing a sapphire colored dress, emerges from the dragon's lair, a small bag tied to her waist, her brilliant blue eyes meeting his. "I am ready, if you are, m'lord," Tyraguna says, bowing slightly, mockingly.