The titanic dragon bellowed bone-chilling laughter, its green eyes luminous in the storm-wracked gloom.<strong>"Flattery will do you little good, mortals - you mistake me for my master, of whom I am but a herald. But I speak for him now as is my right, and if you speak truth in having trespassed unwittingly, there must still be a price for your intrusion."</strong><br/><br/>Slowly, the dragon descended, to where it hovered directly in front of the spokeswoman.<strong>"I will make you a deal, elf. Leave one of your own to be mine, and I will give you directions and guides to the only permanent exit from this domain. Refuse, and you wander alone till you are destroyed or manage to stumble upon a random escape route instead."</strong>