There were thirty-six languages Ariadne knew from home. One physical, the rest spoken. But for all of her knowledge, she had no idea what language dragons spoke. If they spoke one at all.

It would probably have to be one of the older tongues.

"Hello?" she tried in Elvish, Trench translating for Raleigh. "Pardon us, we didn't mean to intrude." She curtsied, to emphasize her point.

The Dragon didn't say anything. But slowly, it shoved its snout down. As if dipping its head politely.