"Only one female, and I did not know it was, until it was dead. I believe she was too young for children, and I did not see any eggs in her lair, nor any sign of a nest of any kind," she admits, looking pained. She blinks in surprise at his reply. "Yes, chromatics," she replies, a bit confused. "I traveled with a young black, for several years, although he was the one who's scale I hold, now, and the only one I did not slay, myself," she says, hugging the black scale, for a brief moment.<br/><br/>She goes into greater detail about her story; her father, executed on trumped up charges of treason, her drive to become an adventurer, the vision she received, early in her career, depicting the current ruler as a man who might very well damn the world, her attempt to, and success at, finding someone who would give her power to overthrow him, her quest to slay the ten kinds of dragon, and the reward that came, with the last one, a moment quite unlike his ascension. "It was like a cloak, settling onto my shoulders, and, suddenly, I could perform impossible deeds."