There's a dragon camped out happily near the fire. A small one, about the size of a horse if you don't account for her wings, tail, and the length of her neck. Hisk doesn't need the light, yellows have quite good night vision, but she's basking in the warmth. She has the courtesy to keep her wings and tail in and not take up too much floorspace, though she's still quite large. Her injuries are bandaged and those that don't require actual bandaging have scabbed over nicely. They sting and itch a bit but they're fine. The spikes along her sides lie flat, she feels safe here.

She also has her drink in a mixing bowl on the floor in front of her, her claws not exactly being designed to hold a tankard. Hisk's in high spirits and quite relaxed, and she's feeling very chatty.