"I suppose I can allow you entry, Assassin," she says with a grin. "Especially since you bear gifts." She moves a little closer and lower, bowing her head to allow him to climb onto her neck; once he's seated, she launches forward into the cave, with little warning, slipping past the traps with a practiced air, and down the long corridor, into her lair, proper, setting him down on a pile of carpets and other assorted cushions, piled up in one corner of the large, central room.<br/><br/>He'll notice the sorry state of her hoard; most of the items left consist of small coins, coppers, mostly, and few compared to what dragon hoards usually contain, and large or unwieldy objects, such as then cushions he's been deposited onto, and several large art objects, such as sculptures, and a full suit of armor, that would've been difficult to transport. By the time he's finished assessing her lair, the full-sized dragon is gone, replaced by a shapely, half-dragon woman, her full, womanly figure barely concealed by a silky, red dress that reveals more than it conceals.