A wry smile graced Nariana's lips as she watched Damariq scuttle away. [i]I almost feel sorry for him, yet I still hope he runs into the dragon alone. What an odd sensation.[/i]

Once he'd left, she delicately reached down to take the fallen coin pouch. She slipped it into the folds of her dress next to her own. Satisfied, she turned her attention to more pressing matters - namely, the oncoming threat of a dragon. Those in her line of work aren't too practiced in open combat, so she needed some sort of plan. Her eyes swept across the room, searching for anything she could use to get an upper hand...

The meat! Perhaps they could offer the soldier's corpse and a pile of meat to the dragon as a sign of peace. Of course, Nariana wouldn't stop there - she had plenty of sleep poison stored up, after all. She'd never had a chance to try it on a beast of such size, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Immediately she set to work, grabbing any meat she could - reasoning with the innkeeper that it wouldn't be much good if the dragon destroyed the inn anyway - and piling it outside near the commoner's vam-pyre. She made sure to slather the meat with just enough sleep poison to be effective without affecting the scent or appearance of the meat.

Her task finished, she turned to the peasant offering the burning soldier to the empty skies. "A favor, sir beast tamer. Offer this platter of fine meats to the dragon as well. It certainly can't hurt things." Nariana gave a genuine smile and bowed before slinking back into the inn.