The lanky auburn haired woman nods when she hears the clarification of the mission. "And what of what we find with the... drakon? Any gems, treasure, or coinage?" she queries the hooded figure. "And what of his remains? It was easy enough to push a goblin corpse down a mine shaft, but a drakon is a bit larger."
Turning toward the peasant who had been introduced as Blake she says with a peculiar Suderan accent, "A rather young blue dragon, he felled one of my original group mates with a lightning bolt about a month back. The dragon's probably been in that mine for a good six months - since the miners abandoned the mine ahead of Astan's army. When I last saw the dragon a month or so ago and he was probably a good five feet shoulder to shoulder and ten feet head to tail. He's kept well fed by a loyal pack of kobolds, so he'll likely be a bit larger when we return."
Turning toward the halfling she nods, "lightning resistance, things to silence our movements, things that will dispatch a room of kobolds quickly..." she thinks aloud. The half-elvish woman then queries, "And copies of the maps we brought back?" though from her inflection it is clear that this is a non-negotiable point.