From her place just inside the inn, Nariana watched the proceedings with the dragon. She couldn't engage in the open - her skillset was unfortunately unsuited to such undertakings. She didn't want to let the poison be her only contribution to the battle, but her options were greatly limited by her preparation time.

Roping the dragon was an appealing plan. Ropes made of her silk were far stronger than standard hemp and would, with planning, hold under a dragon's thrashing. However, she didn't have any time to prepare enough fiber to be effective, so she scrapped the idea.

Climbing the inn and jumping to the beast's back seemed appealing. She had no doubts that her innate climbing talents would allow her to cling to the beast without being bucked. However, the problem lay in her attack: while she would be beyond the reach of tooth and nail, she would only be able to get at scale. She did carry a rondel dagger which could pierce the scales, but she doubted that it would do more damage than a thorn would to a person.

That left the belly. It would put her at risk of the teeth and claws, but she could at least attempt to spill its entrails. She wasn't fond of being targetable, but she'd yet to see any fire from the dragon, which meant she could probably rely on her dexterity to carry her through the battle. Plus, a bit more poison probably wouldn't hurt.

So thinking, Nariana left the inn, a haze of magic mixed with her stealth skills making her no more than a blur as she approached the drake. As it staggered toward the treeline, Nariana danced beneath, dragging her long, venomous daggers along its softer belly while keeping clear of its legs.