A very shiny IceWing is standing in the middle of the cave. He seems to be…angrily reading a scroll about scavengers. His scales are incredibly radiant, reflecting even the subtle lighting of the cave like a mirror. It’s… a bit of an eyesore, actually. How long does this guy polish his scales for? Oh, wait— now he’s talking.

And what might you be looking at? Ogle on your own time! I’m reading.

He seems to have an additional snarky comment on his tongue, but he restrains himself.