He set down with utter silence again not making much of a sound as his mighty claws touched the golden floor. He observed her for a while before he leaned close with one of his heads and licked across her back.<br/><br/>His claws were bloody and their was a single arrow sticking out of the plating on his back, he probably didn’t even feel it. It looked like it was just stuck in between scales, he smelled of blood. In his other claw he had a good size barrel that he set down in the corner she took for her own. It had the elf marking for wine on it<br/><br/>He did not speak to her as he lay down to observe her work for some time befor finaly asking "Witch one?"<br/>