Well it was a good thing everyone else had a plan, because Daisy was definitely looking for a troll and not a flying firebreather. "What the fuck is that about?" she demanded, "I'm like two feet tall, I can't do anything." Especially if it involved ritual dances and women weeping. Those two were way too much for her, she was with Alex on this one; "I'm watching that motherfucker burn, I'm over here, I don't give a shit." She slumped back in her chair, arms crossed, glaring at the Nick-dragon for his next dragon-y move that was going to piss her off more if it wasn't exploding and littering the land. No one could punch a dragon. This game was stupid.