Melvus wasn’t sure if the elf heard him over the driver’s rant. Something about dragons and thieving, at any rate - the wizard didn’t understand the man. “I too have met a dragon, it didn’t try to eat me. Well.. not me in particular - it was a village. That village burned though… there wasn’t much I could do, frankly I’m not accustomed to fighting dragons. But yes, I did briefly speak to him, rather narcissistic, everything seemed to be about himself and anything I said, he didn’t seem to hear or care about. Though that could be that my voice couldn’t really overpower his.” He took a breath, assuming that he may ask the elf again in the future if she had indeed not heard him. “But yes, a mist dragon is made of mist. We may want to find some water-breathing potions or something similar before we face it - it could easily drown us.”