Boy, feel that wind. When a dragon huffs and you're close to it, you know it. That aside, this dragon seemed to be okay with the issue, though it was tired. For some reason, that stood out in Rena's mind. Dragons get tired, but do they make mention of it to passing humans that often? She might've been overtthinking this. Still, with Rena safely on level ground, there was nothing to do but get down to the matter at hand. And umm...while it was impossible for a dragon many times her own size not to look intimidating, she really felt that giving her a helping nose was what took some of the worry out.
"I'm Rena Goldswith, out from Falial Province. I live pretty close to the Terrin Mountain Mines there."
For reference, where they were was somewhere more into the northern Kilanthro Mountain Range, bordering the country Connlaoth. The Terrin Mountains were the connecting western mountains and Falial was somewhere south of this area. How much Andesine knew - or cared to know - about Serenian provinces and such-like was not known to Rena, of course.
"I heard, from time to time when I'm home, about you and your talent for burrowing. Well, the people at the mines asked me if it was possible to get your help there. Because, more than precious stones or the right minerals, we sometimes get magic materials, and sometimes...we find artifacts which may or may not be from a forgotten age. And then, there's the iron, which isn't good for Serenians."
The last part was always a problem, and complicated to be rid of.
"I don't know if there's any reason you'd want to work at a mine with people, but I promised that I'd ask."