The half-black drow was, surprisingly, a fairly powerful woman, on her own; not quite epic, but powerful, a psion, specializing in mind-affecting abilities and enchantments. "A pleasure to meet you, Draiss," she says, accepting the robe, and slipping into it, as he removes her collar; it's a powerful device, designed to cripple the wearer's power, but is fairly easily removed, especially by someone who know what to do.<br/><br/>The green dragon seems to be quite upset at the turn of fortune; although she hides it well, speaking to him, veiling her anger and disgust behind a pleasant and subservient veneer. "A pleasure to meet you, oh mighty one," she says, bowing low. "How may I be of service to one such as yourself?"