The dragon took a few lumbering steps forward, bringing himself almost uncomfortably close to Sabine. Do'rhajul was on-edge with his hand resting on the hilt of his blade, though he did not yet draw it. The dragon raised up his head to tower even further over Sabine. "Hmph. Hi kos ni bahlaan wah mindok nii. You will not know my name, and I do not care about yours. Your quest is meaningless to me, mortal."

After a moment, the dragon's maw opened slightly, showing the teeth between his powerful jaws. Even without considering a dragon's magic, they had a bite at least as powerful as a werecrocodile. Anything that happened to be caught within his jaws would be torn to pieces. "If you wish to claim one of these worthless trinkets, then you will have to claim it by right of your own strength. Prove that you are the zol mul."