Elouviana watched, for a little, before the Shaman was laid low with a blade through his head. Such a dissapointing ending for one with such flare. The rock trick was interesting, though, something she might even try to pick up if time allowed. Still, with her interesting entertainment over, she was wondering if she should go find the Master of this place and introduce herself. It seemed the polite thing to do, after all. And the thing that she had been told to do when she got here, but Elou decided that she wasn't technically here yet, and so that little loophole was what allowed her to watch in her incoporial form. 

So, deciding to now go introduce herself, she floated off, and found the Master pretty easily. He was the big guy next to the Dragon, looking like he had just swallowed a slug dipped in something Cegorach would give out for a laugh. And the dragon wasn't looking to happy either. Which was always good, irritating dragons was a favoured pass time of hers when she got to meet them. The disenbodied spirit that was Elou floated up to the dragon's head, and there it pulled together form. Flesh, blood and bone spirling into existance, and then some clothes, to keep her modesty. Who knew how prudish the Master of this place was. And finally, atop the head of the Dragon, she looked down at the Master, and spoke.
"So, are you chewing nettles, or do you just naturally look like that?" She asked, smirking in that confident tone of hers. She wasn't sure how well traveled this Master was, but the Dragon she was currently standing on would definately, for better or for worse depending on it's ego, know of her speices by scent, before anything else.