Tara doesn't react at Fletcher's reaction to her claws.  She just nods, and listens to his description, interested in the concept.  She says. "That's actually quite facinating.  Do you ever loose control to these entities?  Do they ever control your actions?"<br/><br/>She guestures to herself, a casual guesture, that never the less catches her own eye, and for a second she studies her claws.  "I can relate somewhat.  I was fully human until a few weeks ago.  Recently though I pursuaded a fairly large tribe of Kobolds to stop worshiping Tiamat... the god of Evil Dragons, and instead Worship Bahamut, the Platnium Dragon, and my God.  They then entered into a trading relationship with the local human villiage, instead of periodically raiding it as they had been doing.<br/><br/>I watched the situation for a week, to be certain things would go well, and had to defeat a Shaman of Tiamat's... and the next morning, my skin was showing golden scales.  The transformation took about two weeks, and stopped progressing last week.  It was a gift from my God."<br/><br/>She looks at Fletcher again.  "So, haing taken upon some of the power of my God, I can identify with you, somewhat."<br/><br/>She looks over at the Gnome.  "And you, miss?  I missed your name while I was waking."