The man laughs. "Hardly minions. Trusted lieutenants, sadly. There were over thirty casualties, from us, in that raid, not to mention many innocent civilians," he lies, exaggerating the numbers.<br/><br/>"Ahh, we would not wish to inconvenience you, before the fight, proper. After all, you need to keep your strength up," he says, smoothly, slightly more comfortable in his presence, especially with the illusion in place.<br/><br/>The dragon glares at him defiantly, but the tight muzzle over her mouth keeps her from speaking. Or, more likely, from unleashing her breath weapon. She flails, madly, following his attack, though there's little chance she<em>can</em>roll over, given the chains, so she simply shudders under the impact, writhing and thrashing wildly.