<strong>OOC: Belial's words flow with an elegant flattery that belies the terror clutching at their throat, seeming to pull some of the tension from the Ancient Green Dragon's features. It is clear that the tiefling's words have  soothed her, though this remains a dangerous game. Dragons are not to be trifled with, particularly not those of her power and intensity. Even in the moment of this small victory though,  Belial cannot shake the fear from their heart on her own, but as they begin to speak, it goes away on it's own, the effect released by Verzanth's will. Apparently the dragon has decided to play with her food.</strong><br/><br/>The dragon listened to his words, her massive head shifting slightly to one side, as if carefully taking in each honeyed word. When the tiefling was done speaking, the dragon's eyes narrowed upon them, and she began to speak once more, her words a deep and serpentine hiss that seemed to shake the very cave walls around them.<br/><br/>"Precious morsel, you flatter me with your tones, but I know why you have come. Why all adventurers come to my door. You heard of the wealth I possess, and thought that you might claim it for yourself. You thought to steal from a dragon and live. That was a very very foolish mistake. Yet, even in that, I do enjoy your boldness, I like it when my food is polite in their dinner conversation."<br/><br/>As she spoke, one great claw reached out, plucking up the remains of the halfling, carrying it into the air, and placing it before her. She leaned down towards the still hot flesh, and began to rip the armor away from the corpse, her powerful talons easily pierced through the chain mail, discarding it with ease and leaving the halfling nude as she picked this into the air, and swallowed it one long slow gulps, hissing with pleasure at the action.<br/><br/>"I do love feasting from the followers of Bahamut. Those deluded fools taste of self righteousness. It is also a boon to you, little morsel. As now that I have now fed, I am more inclined to bargain with you. So tell me, little horned one, what gift have your brought me. What delightful treasure should I take in place of your sad, pathetic little life?"<br/><br/>There was curiosity behind her eyes as she spoke, the great beast shifting her massive form to one side, laying across the soft moss around them. She lay like a cat with a mouse, toying with it in the prelude to the consumption to come. He size was vast and powerful, with gleaming emerald scales that seemed to gleam in the low cave light. She was powerful, but slender of build, holding a distinctly feminine nature to her draconic form. Even now, with her underbelly exposed, there could be no doubting the power she possessed. Any mortal would need to be insane to trifle with her, and she sat with an air that said clearly she knew this fact.<br/><br/>Yet as she reclined, she also exposed one small thing that her potential food might notice. Upon one taloned hand, she was wore a gold ring, inset with an emerald. The ring seemed to sparkle in the low light, humming with some great and unknown power. The dragon toyed with it absentmindedly, though Belial might remember the ring from the stories which had led the party to this cave, a supposed trove that had belonged to a great green dragon, and still contained artifacts from her time there.<br/><br/>Among those was said to be a ring of great magical power, an artifact capable of infusing a mortal with the soul and true power of a dragon. If one was daring and cunning enough to take such an item. Of course, the stories had spoken of the dragon being gone, so perhaps they were complete deception, or even a ploy to bring more food to the great wyrm's doorstep. Who could say?<br/><br/>