Elmorel lightly patted his thin lips with a pink silk napkin, nodded, shrugged, and smiled pleasantly. "Even dragons are not omniscient. We've been here scant hours yet - surely you can tell we are not locals, just as obviously as you are not - and dragons can sleep for decades at a time, you know. I picnic wherever I please...I've had years go by with nary a spat or interruption, and other jaunts interrupted by howling packs of fiends. Such are the vagaries of life. I have had dealings with dragons from age to age, but none yet on this continent. More's the pity."<br/><br/>He glanced side to side at his companions; Iankas had begun to sing, in a soft voice pitched not to interfere with the ability of the speakers to understand one another, while the sheer-skirted Breora had stood from the table, undulating in time to her cousin's song with a slow sinuous dance whch saw her fingers trailing endlessly up and down her own limbs and ribs.<br/><br/>Elmorel rose also, so as to reach her with a few casually lusty handfuls of her swaying buttocks and breasts. He enjoyed the sight of the dancer for a moment more, popped a grape into his mouth, and then his violet-eyed gaze then locked on Kass and shined brightly. "Tell me more of this dragon you meet with!" A tinge of magic rode his gaze, and his voice seemed to resonate, whispering and everywhere like the wind; almost ventriloquistic or telepathic. "Tell me of this dragon's location, its strengths and weaknesses, and the composition of its hoard!"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Gaze attack at Kass: as charm monster, DC 53