"Hmm, I must admit, 'tis quite the common occurence for villains in my world to monologue as well. 'Tis rather strange I'd not realized such a telltale sign of villainy!" It's a rather annoying tactic, having to wait for them to finish their longwinded speeches after all. She doesn't even know what half of the big words they say mean, it's all so confusing! "Perhaps its monologues may only be vocalized in its language of growls?"

"Well, I shan't ponder upon the intellect of such a beast! Glory is glory is it not? Such an impressive trophy shall be the envy of the town for many days! I'm sure this Volo thou hath spoken of would be ecstatic to write tales of such a heroic deed!~" Don isn't really sure of who or what this Volo is, perhaps a poet? Well, she'd be rather ecstatic to meet such a person. Surely she could regale them with such tales of heroism, could she not? And of course, she'd love to be known as one of the heroic slayers of this foul beast, to finally have the glory of being featured within the newspapers, to have her name be uttered in awe as she walks about!

It's hard not for her to fantasize about the glory of slaying the beast now that it's started. Her face visibly lights up as she thinks of all the rewards of hunting this great wyrm. Ohhh~, she should perhaps keep a trophy for herself, perhaps she could adorn the tip of her lance with one of its fangs, or fashion herself a necklace of its claws, or perhaps she could even savor for herself what could possibly be the most delicious meat of any creature to live! ...Well provided it isn't poisonous on the inside as well. Her mind is so fixated on the matter at the moment that she's kinda forgotten that someone's right in front of her and she's kinda narrating her thoughts aloud.