The disappearance of the coin into the drake's shaky maw brought Drache a few steps out of the tunnel, tossing a few more in his direction the way a farmer might scatter chicken feed for his flock.

Drache's eyes narrowed at the dragon's tone, a shiver of wariness creeping down her spine so as to make her tail twitch and her wings flex cautiously. This creature, even in his compromised state, would bear watching. When his eyes settled on her she lifted her snout and turned to peer at him out of one eye, grinning mischievously.

[color=ed1c24]"Then don't call me half-breed, drake. Just because you've got the worst case of shrinkage imaginable doesn't mean you get to take it out on me."[/color] She glanced down at the coins she was jingling in her palm and realized, to her chagrin, that by freeing the creature she'd forfeited her loot. Unless she wanted to fight him for it. Ha!

[color=ed1c24]"My name is Drachiathoryx,"[/color] she introduced herself with a flourish of wing and tail. [color=ed1c24]"I'd take it as a kindness if you didn't make me regret setting you free,"[/color] she suggested. [color=ed1c24]"I'm curious to know how you got yourself in [i]that[/i] mess."[/color] She gestured with a clawed hand at the slowly-melting slush around him.