[It is, in Cynder's opinion, a better smell than most. Familiar smells are good smells, and if he had a vague overtone of incinerated things, well, Ignitus did too. Carefully she marks this particular dragon-mage's scent into her memory, so she'll remember it if she comes across it again, especially if he's wearing a different shape at the time.

When he bows, she manages to return the gesture - but it's a bit different, front end low, wings briefly splayed outwards; it might be inelegant except she manages to make it fairly smooth. Politeness gains politeness, and her deference is prompt. He's older than she is.

The Master's quiet doesn't go unnoticed, but other than turning a bit to look and see if he's still there, she says nothing about it.]

It's a little weird to think I might need an interpreter when dealing with other dragons, but the culture at least is probably going to be really different. I am thankful for your help.

[Time will tell how different these dragons are from her own! Mentioning of being armed draws a faint frown and a flexing of one clawed forepaw. She'd never considered using weapons beyond what she'd been hatched with..]

What ... sort of weaponry or armor would work for a dragon? I'm ...used to relying on my scales, teeth and claws.