"Are they just taking down deer?" he asks, pointing vaguely at her with whatever is in his hand. If he'd glance at it, he'd know it was a fork from the food he had earlier - he'd apparently been fiddling with it while in thought. "Because I got a friend who can take out a tank with a tictac and ten minutes holed up in the town's inn beat half to hell after apparently a fight with a mythological monster."

He's not trying to fearmonger, but they do at least need to be prepared, right? It's just common sense.

Anyway. "That could be good. What sorts of glassware did you make?"