See, shit like that sounds Spanish. But people don't know Spain! He narrows his eyes at her, trying to figure out if she's pulling his leg. "Are they just saying there are dragons, or is that something we have to legit worry about?" He hasn't necessarily read anything about them yet. There's no tour guide saying 'come to beautiful Rivain and visit our Deadly Dragon Depths!' or anything.

"I mean like...you're not wrong. They have all these wacky socio-political things going on where now everyone's attacking each other? But if they could sort their shit out, fuck up some dragons, and go marching around exploring, maaaaybe they'd have a better idea what's going on." He sits back with a sigh. "Be better if we had some planes though. A fighter jet. Something to fly."