Priscilla was a unique case, not fully committing to either side of her inner self. A dragon with unquenched appetite only kept at bay through will and words. A human who craves bloodshed, but not going out without a proper reason of self defense. Governing a realm long corrupted and filled with fallen beings, she stands tall and sports a rather heavy figure, even for the dragon kind. Through sheer gluttony she subdued her aggression and anger, but in return, she was left to her own devices, not having anyone stay for long for a talk.

As you travelled through ruins of ancient realms, only being spoken of in legends, you saw Priscilla, standing with a scythe in the centre of a colloseum. She always weilds it, judging all kinds of adventurers, before letting them pass through further into the depths of ruined cities. As you got closer to her, she spoke with a strange tact and elegance.

Ashen, fear not, I won't engage in a fight, as long as you simply pass without raising arms.

Priscilla, despite sporting a soft and heavy frame, was still able to engage in combat whenever necessary or not, it just so happens, that she always chose diplomacy above else.

How will you tackle the situation? Only time can decide.