Draiss smirked, and shrugged, his tone loaded with skepticism . "Really?"<br/><br/>He watched her leave, and then began raiding the lair, swiping the hoard, if there was one, before heading to the backup dragon, another wrestler, though this one was not quite as old or experienced as the red, but was still ancient. This one was a white dragon, which lived at the edge of several different climates coming together, the mountain top that it inhabited was part of a range that was shaped like a 'K', a nearby ocean to west, along the long, straight part of the letter, and an ice field, a desert and a rainforest in clockwise order around the rest. It was nearly unique, as far as he knew, almost as if it had been sculpted, but the mountain range height actually was the determining factor. The white lived in the highest peak, right where the angles of the mountain came together, and was prime real estate for a lair. The white had fought off dozens of intruders during its time there, after taking it over from a blue dragon magic user that hadn't been able to counter the close combat specialist.