Xerias nodded, listening to Tarka. Bounty hunter, eh? Luckily she wasn't after his hide, though... there was a difference between a bounty hunter and a dragon slayer, he figured. His scales bristled a bit at the thought of thieves. Oh, how they made his skin crawl. The simple thought of one of them stealing so much as a coin in his hoard was enough to make Xerias nervous.
His tail coiled around his side. "Thieves," he hissed, "They're despicable little things." Oh, how he wanted to just go and... squish one! There was always one snooping around near his lair, though they had ended up a mess by the time he found out about it....
"I suppose I should tell how I got here myself," he said, "I was merely taking a flight and hunting, and I came here to rest. Not an interesting story, I know." Xerias shook his head slightly, then listened to what Tuli had to say. Odd... she had to have been an adult, at least, and in a well-known place, too. But, might as well give some answers.
"This is the Draconi Forest, on the continent of Ler'aana," he rumbled, "And this land is Adela's. I believe... the nearest city is Ketra? No idea about government officials." OK, maybe he wasn't too good remembering things. He shook his head, thinking again. This whole thing just seemed like some sort of interview now. Xerias cleared his throat, then answered the Watcher's next question.
"Things are usually peaceful for me, and living's not too hard. I merely hunt and sleep to survive, though a simple life like that would be dull. I normally roam all around the continent, taking small jobs that appear interesting and just doing what I wish to do."