Kos turned and saw two others. They looked quite unusual to him, with hair, flat faces, and a rather odd lack of a tail. Not quite sure how they got here, the dracon went to meet them, first addressing the elf.

"Hail and well met, elf. What brings you to this... " he hesitated, as his elven was very poor. Switching to a common tongue, he continued the speech. Dracon snouts weren't the best for expressing the softer languages anyway. "I suppose you are here for the same things as I am. Treasure, glory, maybe some ideological end." That last one sounded better in his native draconic. 

His stepmother had taught him that people are normally motivated by three things: emotions, ego, and conscience. As much as he hated to admit it, he was here for that second one. This was a chance to prove his malehood, to step out of his father's shadow, to impress the females and make the other males feel inadequate. He then turned to the female. 

"Hello there. If you don't mind my saying so, you the bearing of a mage. Or maybe a cleric. And I'm an adventurer, at least. I suspect that we all are." Making sure that both of them could hear him, he told them "My name is Kosjurec, son of Adykon. You two can call me Kos for short."