Her explanations received, at best, a rather skeptical reception. However, rather than immediately address them, he instead said, "I have spoken to a few of my youths. They should arrange an audience with my matriarch, assuming that she is of a mood to meet with me." He stooped slightly to set down a pair of small, cloth-wrapped packages that he had been holding largely out of sight at his side. "But it will take some time."<br/><br/>Formalities dispensed with, the saurian's demeanor shifted noticeably. He stalked towards her, pace slow and oddly rhythmic: somewhere between the fluid steps of a dancer and the short, sudden movements of a predatory bird or reptile. He circled her slowly inspecting her from all angles (to, of course, the extent that she allowed it). "I am curious," he hissed gently, "did you not trust me to tell you the truth in saying that I had worked keep you safe and healthy while you were in my home? That I would leave your wounds unattended? I was impressed by your skill and resilience against the youths. You are quite dangerous, for an immature female. May I have the name of the one who knows so many secrets and has such skill with a blade?"