"Yes, dear Bilbo", the winged fae answered him. "Airborne fire breather,  a beast with razor sharp teeth and claws, with an extremely precious nature of anything metal" "Yes, I know what a dragon is", he stated back to her as if it was obvious. She didn't flinch, of course, since everyone knew what a dragon was. One dwarf named Ori, suddenly stands to his feet. "I’m not afraid, I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!", the dwarves cheered him on. "Sit down!" "The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us, but we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best, nor brightest" "Hey! Who are you calling dim?" This caused everyone to talk at the same time. A huge thump silenced them as Maleficent's finger cuffs were slammed into the table, leaving trailing holes behind from the impact. Her anger was not to be underestimated, but she tries to control since she has been through something terrible. It was traumatizing, but who was there to blame? "One at a time", she told them before the cuff left the pigment of the wooden table. "We may be few in number. But we’re fighters, all of us! To the last dwarf!", Fili told them with determination. "And you forget we have a wizard in our company, Gandalf would have killed hundreds of dragons in his time", his brother piped in. It amused the winged female to see these two together. For some reason, she felt close to them, spiritually. She did remember some parts of her past life, but she couldn't complete the puzzle by herself. She did remember their mother Dis back then, before she was corrupted. But the question remains, why did she feel so close?