A gleaming, silver brooch drops onto your side of the table with a solid thud, its metallic sheen glowing in the darkness with a rebellious light. It resembled a lilypad.

“A quant piece of jewelry, is it not?” The otherworldly talon reaches out, turning over the silver piece with silent judgement. “Perhaps a gift from long ago. Hm. How unflattering for the dragon that adorns themselves with such an unfitting piece as they bathe themselves in the blood of others. ‘The Rattlesnake’ as they refer to that mudwing. Yes, a surely interesting fighter I have noticed.”

The otherworldly talon lets the silver piece drop with another resounding thud. “A formidable fighter, even. Driven by the base instinct of revenge and bloodlust, oh why bother?” Perhaps a taste of spite enters his tone. “Parading around such a crude idea of justice and karma when perpetuating such an egregious cycle of violence. How utterly shameless. Though, perhaps I must amend her for her... durability.”

“I must say I did not expect her to survive what happened to her all those years ago, but I see now that perhaps I may had... prematurely acted. It seems the engraved lines of fate eluded me that time, but I grow wiser to the deeds of the moons. It will surely not happen again.”

(Neutral, hostile, friendly, old, and blank scenarios available)