Priscilla strode up to those already present with a cocky smile on her face, armour clanking and shifting as with each step. As she stopped a few meters away and placed a hand on her hip, the other hand through one of the loops of her belt as she looked over her shoulder to check for any potential ambushes. Her voice was girlish, but gruff as she spoke. "Uhhh, I'm not exactly a local to these parts, so I was wondering if you had seen a dragon around these parts? About yay high," She says as she points to an indeterminate height above her, "It's got big nasty teeth, brown scales, bad breath and a worse attitude." She eyed up the very defensive triplets and could smell the scent of corruption from somewhere nearby. "See anything like that?"