Dragoncrest Cliffs let's get down to business to defeat the huns

Verx approached her in a playful and welcoming manner, so Isleña knew that this interaction would be a positive one. In his typical, wordy manner, the brute greeted her and invited her to do something — whatever that something was. Isleña kept her demeanor lifted as she thought for a moment, let the meaning of several of the words click, and processed a response. To distract the man from her hesitance and her thinking, she allowed the auburn tip of her tail to dance and tickle around her ankles, hoping it might draw his attention there. 

Isleña snickered to herself, wanting to be inducted into Drageda’s society, but not giving into the man’s suggestions that easily. She was not a fighter due to size, but the woman could hold her own in a scrape; in a fight she applied more than sheer force and size, as she suspected Verx might. It was an easy crutch to lean upon, and she was excited to see what this man and his considerable stature might be capable of outside of the bedroom. She might even teach him a thing or two! 

“I fight like Luk,” she finally responded, almost proud of the words she had been gleaning from her few conversations with Drageda’s wolves. Almost enough to form a legitimate sentence, simple as it was! Her newfound ability to semi-express herself was one of her favorite things. “Is better,” she noted decisively, with a laugh and a provocative cant of her head. Verx would see just what the firebrand was capable of.