"Tell me, dragon, what alliance do you intend to make with a band of drow after attacking them first?"
To this an incredulous expression crosses Pheurazath's face. Attack?! She has not attacked anyone yet. Surely the priestess does not value anyone who is so weak as to die from a few minor acid burns. How briefly tempting it is then to show what she would consider an attack.
"I'll tell you what. If you can help me, you will receive three large herds of rothe. And special gold to add to your hoard." She was not about to pass up an option to ally with a dragon against her prey. It would undoubtedly give her the upper hand.
The incredulity turns to a look that at seems to ask how stupid the priestess takes her for. Indeed guessing the offered Rothe shall have delayed poisons upon them, and the coins arcanely marked so her hoard may be located and looted once she's dead of food poisoning.
Her gaze flickered to the side, where a large, ugly figure stepped forward, inches away from the radius of the spell. And there, struggling in the draegloth's tight grasp, Zhay, whom the priestess had unwittingly decided to be part of her bargain.
Now this, a fresh offering, one that was not coming to her from a cage, nor of its free will, brought forth a grin. Would this morsel be offered in trade?
"And, if it is done to my satisfaction," she gestured to the drow in her pet's hold, "if you have need of a different meal - rothe must grow so boring now and then - well, it is yours."
And there it is, the hoped for, desired, and planned on bargain, but of course, barter an ally of their enemy, to the belly of a dragon in hopes of forming an allegiance with her. But not all is to her satisfaction, and on that note, answers, "This offering of one of your kin, and not all skin and bones, how unique! I will accept this exchange, however, if this is to be the battle ground, I would prefer him alive and relatively unharmed in the fray. Release him to me, that I may secure him out of the fight, and out of harm's way. Then perhaps I shall assist. Or perhaps I shall free your feet, and not interfere further. Oh yes, and you have made one error in assuming your 'prey' is alone. As I overtook and past them, I observed at least two clerics, and a mage, perhaps even an archmage traveling with them. Assisted by a dragon or not, you shall need your full combat strength this day."
Those final words, carrying with them, unspoken threats, and unspoken promises of defeat, if any of their power were spent, and quite likely a good portion lost, in fighting with her.