Tylya shook her head and placed one claw on one of the pearls of her belt, the other to her burns. "I have magic sufficient to tend to my wounds, for now," she said with a smile. The pearl she touched darkened and half her burns softened and closed over. Calling on her inner reservoir of power she healed the rest.<br/>(1 charge from belt of healing and 9 points of ToV)<br/><br/>Her wounds tended, one prisoner bound, the other sleeping, she turned to Edmund. "Now, I believe you threatened me earlier," she said conversationally. "I was unaware that knights engaged in random dragon slaying. Don't you need some misinformed lordling to tell you that I am a puppet of my grandfather who is terrorizing a small village and ruling it with an iron claw and demanding virgin sacrifices and the moment you slay him all the village will want to ride your shining steed to paradise?" she asked in an utterly bored tone. There were a lot of misinformed lordlings in the world.