Tylya held her ground but put her claw on the hilt of her blade as the man approached and drew it slowly until she stood ready by the time he was in striking range. She did not strike, but she held him at sword's length.<br/><br/>It should be noted at this time that while Tylya's description emphasizes her draconic traits, as does her manner and dress, she is very clearly mostly human despite the scales. Her hair and most of her anatomy all scream a mammalian heritage.<br/><br/>"Your words are meaningless," she said calmly. "You seek the lands of the Bronze Lord and the wealth of his seas. You don't strike me as the slavery type, so you'll probably kill all the villagers outright. I tell you now, such evil will not come to pass while I breathe. By Tamara the Healer, Bahamut the Protector, and my grandfather the Bronze dragon Eventhak, your dreams of conquest end here. Take up your blade, oh righteous knight, and face me with what honor your greed has left you with."