Slygotha considers taking the offer. " You would pledge to watch over my lair, as my minion? This is interesting indeed. Your immunity to my poison makes you useful as an ally but a thorn as an enemy. Are all your kind immune to my poison gas? Are you immune to my acid as well? " Slygotha settles, ruminating over the possibilities. The poison gas swirls around at their feet, fluttering from the dragon's sudden movements. " I had thought my acid pool would destroy any living thing not immune, but I did not expect one such as you to be immune."