"I will negotiate with you honourably, but from the air. I have no trust for your kind - yours or the allies at your side."<br/><br/>The answer is bellowed back, and the gold dragon swings through the air, tearing clouds apart with her massive body, circling around and eyeing the entire group off.<br/><br/><strong>"A metallic? Well, I suppose you have made a big enough name for yourself. Will you see if you can bring her to her knees, or try talking it out and showing civility and virtue?"</strong><br/><br/>The hiss in Shyrath's voice shows her contempt - but that is a given, considering her first attitude towards anyone is hatred - but her words show deference to Ancalagon's decision. Rummsprig just looks on with keen interest, wondering what will happen next.