"Do you have any idea what that man was talking about? Because I don't."

Lynx could only agree that she didn't know either because she didn't know who the man was or what he meant by "the glass" either. They had been drinking ale from tin cups and as far as she could tell there were no glass objects in the room. When she heard people screaming about a dragon she got all tense and put a hand on her bow in case there was an emergency. Hopefully the city guard would protect the people from the threat because Lynx didn't think she could kill a dragon even though she was a skilled hunter. She usually didn't kill animals because elves thought it wrong to do so and instead only captured them for others if they paid her. She turned to her newfound friend and pointed out the window where all the talk of the dragon came from.

"What should we do?" she asked.