One of the group stepped forward a little, though the vines were frightening. She knew the local dialects and could speak for the group "You are a black dragon of these woods, correct? You lost a young one recently?" She asked kindly "Please, stop with the tricks and come out to talk to us." She waited for a reaction, trying to play innocent and nice to the dragon inside.
" What sort of fool do you take me for? You can talk to me this way, or you can leave. This is MY domain. You have knowledge of my wyrmling, therefore you must have something to do with her disappearance. I might let you live if you produce her, but I am not naive. My mate should have been back already, but he is not. If you are strong enough to stall him, as would be the case being as you have a connection with my offspring, what makes you think I would bother to come out? Fools! Maggots! Idiots! Imbeciles!.." the thorny vine head continued mocking them while an edge of the thorny mass slowly thinned out and stretched off to the side, in an attempt to flank the group from the dark.