Priscilla didn't like the smarmy attitude on this kid, it irked her to the point of grinding her teeth slightly. "Of course. My company and I have put together expedition teams and gone on month long hunts for the blasted creatures when they do rear their ugly heads. They ain't so special, just mean as the depths. Still bleed and die like normal dragons, as much as they act the big cheese." She adjusted her pauldron again, checking the straps around her shoulder and tightening where needed. "As long as it terrorises the innocent, we come to slay it. So before you call me a bigot or a racist or something idiotic like that, consider the fact that I work with folks of all sorts. Elves, Orcs, those Fox-people, Demons. Even other Dragonspawn. I don't hunt dragons, I hunt the wicked."

She cuffed her hair behind her ear and shielded her eyes from the sun as she surveyed their surroundings once more. "Though, this trip is something of a personal one. My quarrel is with a swamp drake, most likely grown into a swamp dragon now. I've tracked him a long while to this island."