The dragon like creature tilted its head again as the woman turned to see him for the first time, his gaze and stance returning as much curiosity as she gave to him. Though the plot only thickened as she spoke, her tone and even her accent was that of elvish ancestery...but his nose had never failed him and this one was hardly an elf, and more so based on her smell she had barely even been touched by this worlds aromas as of yet. These things only served to deepen the puzzle of her identity, origin and species...none of which were discernible to the creature so carefully surveying her. This of course only complicated things for Mal, for nothing was simple for his kind here and rules were various and many...he had to tred lightly.

For one, his kind were required to maintain there more...bestial forms among the "civilized" races, after all who wanted to see a slave so similar in appearance in pain? Furthermore their voices were restrained, again no one wanted to be reminded that these mere slaves were anything more then beasts of burden...it made it easier on the conscience while they beat them. But...this woman was not an elf, and surely not a human or Drow for that matter...so maybe it wouldn't hurt...

"Hello." The Dragonkin suddenly replied, his tone plain and surprisingly normal save for its deeper tone, his head cocking to the opposing side again curiously, "Are you hurt?" He added, in a small and gentle attempt to begin piecing together how and why she had been laying in a field all alone.