[ He's watching his familiar play-hunt small creatures when she arrives. A short whistle calls them back to him, the dragon-like creature trotting up to his heels. It looks like a sinister creature in black with its glowing, violet-edged wings, but they seem to be obedient. ]

I am. You must be Maribelle then. I neglected to give you a name earlier: you may call me Emet-Selch.

[ He returns her greeting with a nod before beckoning her to follow him. She'll notice he carries what appears, at first glance, to be a long gun holstered on his back. But the handle does not match those you would typically see on firearms of such length. ]

I have been considering ways to lure one of the creatures out so that we may harvest its venom. Are you a fighter?