[right][b][color=red]Taraah / The Old Mine[/color][/b][/right]

The dragoness smiled back: [color=red]"That will be just perfect, daughter of the night. Thank you. Perhaps a drink to wash it down? Mead if you have but anything will do."[/color] The dragon actually carried little money with her. Most of her wealth was in fine metals, gems and jewellry, safe in her den halfway across the continent. Not a flight she wanted to make often, but she could afford to be generous. She doubted the locals would object if she paid them with the naturalia, based on the night elf's change of demeanor when she saw her money bag.

Was she worried that someone would steal from her? Not really, she would just sniff the thief out and then they would be dinner.
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As the two others returned though, she did pull the bag closer to her seat. They did not seem peturbed by her revelation - She'd see once they saw her in her great true self! - and while the furious furry seemed to have a problem with her due to the percieved hazard she represented, she wasn't sure what the traceller's deal was. She did not seem like a poor person, but many have attempted to slay her for her riches.

[color=ed1c24]"So, now that eceryone calmed down... The humans of this land call me Ashwing. I've come south looking for a new home in a warmer land. How about yourselves?"[/color]
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