[i]Teysa[/i] - [u]The Chaotic Resurgent[/u]

Ensnaring a Goblin made the Dragoness smirk ever lightly, some things never changed. Those who were small oft held reverence for those above them, especially those of the green-skinned ilk. Fondly she could remember the days when similar folk would bring sacrifices to their Draconic Gods, and fondly could she remember how crunchy they were when she devoured them. 

He quickly jabbered forth her location, with an appeasing expression upon his face as he spoke to her; and the Dragoness nodded softly. Understanding that though they were quick to act and hasty to rage, Goblins never were the sort to be intellectuals. The world view of this one would be small, with only the immediate locale being within his grasp, and perhaps the location of his respective tribe. 

Rarely, and only rarely was there ever a Goblin with formidable intellect. They became chieftains, warlords and the like. As another Plainswalker came up and began inquiring questions that were far to grandiose for a Goblinkind to comprehend, the Dragoness simply shook her head.

[color=f6989d]"You have not any experience in dealing with Goblins, mortal. You will not receive the answer you desire here."[/color] She began apathetically, her voice still seemingly so resounding and formidable. [color=f6989d]"The answers you seek are better sought in places of wisdom and magic, not with a lone goblin scout out in the wood." [/color]

Her gaze then refocused back upon the little Scout, and from her kneeling position, the humanoid Dragoness slowly rose to a stand. Her slender, beautifully scaled hand reached out for the Goblin's and took it, helping him to a stand as well. Benevolent and warm as always, she spoke to him in his natural tongue.

[color=f6989d]"Now now, what is your name little one? Where is your Warlord or Chieftain? Take me to them."[/color]