The man pales a fair bit, at the request for<em>additional</em>dragons. "Ahh, it was good fortune that we even subdued the one. She is... rather feisty, and I lost four of my men, holding her. I suspect the rest will be far more cautious, now," he says, though his eyes do gleam, at the offers.<br/><br/>He leads the way fairly quickly, pausing as he considers what route to take. "Ahh, I suppose you can't take a more... inconspicuous form, hmm? No? Ah, well, we can make our way through the understreets. You might just be a little cramped," he says.<br/><br/>Either way, he'll escort Draiss across a quarter of the city, to a large warehouse, where the young adult female bronze is bound to the floor, a half-dozen cultists surrounding her, heavy iron chains binding her to the floor; she's been kept under control with strength-sapping effects, to keep her from breaking the bonds. Her eyes widen in fright, at the sight of Draiss, but also a show of defiance, as well; she'll certainly put up a fight.