A modest, clean file slips over to your side of the table, lit by the warm glow if a lantern.

“Dandelion huh? Not my first choice but fair enough.” They open the file up. “Quite a nice little dragon right? A simple, pure hearted rainwing healer out doing the blessed moon’s work. No traumatic backstory, no catch, no ulterior motive, just a nice breath of fresh air and a reminder that maybe not everyone is a jackass, heh. Heard she’s even made a name for herself working for the Talons of Peace, or what remains that is.. I wasn’t ever really one to be so optimistic in times like these, hence why I’m even sitting in front of you, but hey, clearly she’s doing something right if she’s called the “merciful sun” or whatever. I uh, hope you’re not gonna do anything malicious with this file right.?”