"Get the hell away from me with your bloodied hands. At least the hunters have some justifications to what they do even if they are misguided and racist, what did you kill for? Money. As I said, I can see into your past, not all that clearly, but I seen enough." he said, storming off towards his rented room. He didn't worry about the dragon as soon as felt any sense of danger coming towards him, all he would have to do would be to give him a good kick to the stomach, and the hunters seemed to be busy worried about one of their own, which would take priority over a lowly wizard.