"Ah..." The village leader pauses to rub at the scruffy beard upon his chin. "It's a hard question to ask, really. She does tend to change her form quite a bit from day to day."<br/><br/>"Enough talking in circles." An older faun woman, likely his wife, smacks him upside the head and steps forwards. "The matron is a dragon, living up high in the caves above the village. She's young, only coming here a few years ago, but not unreasonable. I'm certain we'd all understand if you didn't want to go, she can be a bit of a-"<br/><br/>"Tyrannical brat!" Someone from the crowd calls out, to the muted laughter of those assembled.<br/><br/>"Yes, well... I was going to say 'bit of a handful', but... Really, she's never been a danger so long as we bring her interesting things. Save that time Lars attempted to bed her." Another round of laughter comes at the expense of one heavily blushing young faun. "Did it take two or three weeks for the burns to heal?"<br/><br/>"She was trying to bed me, I tell ya." The faun protests indignantly. "How was I to know it was a trick? What was I to do, say no?"