Deathdrinker shook his head, growling in a low tone. "He tried to strike me. The bastard tried to strike me. This of course means that if the bastard isn't dead by the end of the month then I have lost my touch!" He sighed, "That was the weirdest bloody thing I have ever seen!"

The man had made the Orb seem to be much more dangerous than even Falco had made it out to be. Just minutes ago, a dragon was in the tavern. A dragon! Not even Deathdrinker had ever killed a dragon. Could he take a dragon? Surely, he could, surely. Still... there was always a chance. Nobody was perfect.

"I've no idea what that was," he quietly confirmed, "But by hell I'll find out. Sounds like we've an investigation on our hands, Falcy-boy!" He chuckled and grinned, attempting to hide his shock and confusion. "Anyone want to join us in hunting Puff, the Ugly Dragon an' 'is cloaked mate?" He called out, making an attempt to destroy the incredibly awkward silence throughout the tavern.