The dragon snorts as the last of her enemies falls, glowing eyes looking down at the crumpled paladin and the iMogs he'd carried on his person. The melody ends and Matilda reverts to her fox form, bloodied and bruised. Once she retrieves her own slate, Matilda goes through the menus and calls upon her equipment, a touch of relief that she's properly armed and armored again.

"I suggest you start talking, paladin."