[The Norkari Mtns.] Mountainside cave

The Sparrow would notice the giant dragon sleeping in the middle of the cave. She didn't seem to stir as the woman spoke.

Eventually the dragon moved, opening its eyes sleepily. Stretching out and yawning a bit, she looked down to Farrah.

"Oh! I was wondering when you'd arrive!" She said. Standing up on all fours she gestured to the rest of the cave- a massive cavern lit by candles and gold. In the back seemed to be a large shelf filled with books and other stuffed dragons like the one she was holding.

"Welcome to my home! How was the rest of the festival?"

"Hm? I do, I just....saw something there that upset me a bit and needed to get away." She said, also looking away. Eventually she sunk into the ground below like it was water and popped back out in her humanoid form. She still had a look of concern on her face, however.

"You...say you don't normally go to these festivals right?"

She didn't answer the question, instead staying silent before she walked over to a table. On it was a large bottle of what appeared to be red wine and a few glasses. She poured a glass for Farrah and herself before offering it to The Sparrow .  Whether or not she accepted, Draga would take a sip before responding.

"...I saw you steal those wallets."  She said, looking away.

She raised an eyebrow but looked disappointed soon after. Had this woman not no idea at what she did?

"...You...you stole from people. That's wrong..." Draga sputtered, confused as to how to make it any clearer, "I mean, how could you do that? I thought you were above petty thievery."

"That's not the point. You can't just steal from people, even if it would benefit others. If you really want to help the poor you should've come to me the moment you learned I was a dragon."

She gestured behind her to the massive pile of gold and jewels that formed a mound almost as large as Draga's dragon form.

"I'm contractually obligated as a big arrogant lizard to have piles of shiny objects and money lying around! I would love to help! If it means you stop pilfering people."

She walked over to Farrah, a concerned look on her face.

"When you told me you're a dragon slayer I had envisioned you were this noble hero out to save the world from the draconic scourge, or whatever it is you tell humans I'm like. I didn't think you would be pickpocketing those same people you're protecting."

"Yes, actually!" She said bluntly, "Do you know how many wannabe dragon slayers loaded down with magically-infused weapons and equipment come up here looking to take my head as their first kill just because I can't fly away?"

She gestured to the massive pile of gold again.

"That many!"

She sighed and put two fingers on the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes in frustration.

"I'm sorry we had to talk about that...I didn't invite you up here to chastise you for morally ambiguous choices, I invited you up here because- despite the fact I know you want to kill me for something I didn't do- I really do enjoy your company. It gets lonely up here. I wanted to show you my home because you mean a lot to me, Farrah."

Draga paused after Farrah spoke, giving her a somewhat annoyed look. Suddenly Farrah would find herself being jerked backwards as the ground below her pushed away to reveal a massive crevice. If Farrah were to look inside she would see hundreds, if not thousands, of singed human bones piled on top of one another of varying sizes. Some still shaped like skeletons while most were disconnected and only served to form a pile far larger than anything Farrah would have seen. Even the ground below was not visible- every inch was filled with the charred remains of corpses.

"Attacking a dragon in their own cave is considered offering them your equipment, because most of the time it'll benefit the dragon more than the slayer." Draga said after giving Farrah time to take in the infinite graveyard below. The ground shifted again to cover it up once more, returning to what it was.

"I did what I had to for self-defense. I don't like having to, but guess what? Being a giant monster known for eating princesses and burninating countrysides? No real benefit socially. I tried talking them down, telling them not to attack and that I mean them no harm. I stopped trying when I had to turn the first bonepile to ash to make room for the second."

Draga's frown swelled as she deflated. She looked to the ground with somber eyes before sniffling and looking up again with a more determined, hardened look.

"You're alone, I'm alone, and we enjoy each other's company. I'm so sorry for what happened to your people but I didn't cause any of that nor would I have wanted to. The only people I meet seem to want to kill me. At first most are nice but the moment they see me, Qui Sota, not Draga, they want to attack. You, however, wanted to keep drinking with me...I really enjoy being with you, Farrah."

Draga smacked her forehead in frustration.

"Oh come on! I was defending my home!" She yelled as The Sparrow left the cave. "What was I supposed to do? Let them cut me up with their swords?"

With an angry grunt she turned around and dropped to a cross-legged sitting position, arms crossed and her face puffed up from pouting.

"Selfish, my ass, your kind did the same damn thing..." She muttered to herself.