Tylya's tail swished idly behind her and she gave the man a wry grin. "Last time I heard words like that, Gramps was telling me the story about the human that brought him that pretty sword hanging in his third hoard cave." She casually drew her sword, a geometrically improbable action that would test the perceptions of Escher himself. The sword was massive, longer than most men are tall, the black adamnt blade bearing draconic runes and a heavy blood canal. Tylya held the blade in one hand and spun it lazily over her head as easily as one would twirl a stylus. "I must say, I never expected to have a story of my own to tell him."<br/>(Senses aura. All allies in 30' gain +2 Initiative Spot and Listen)