"Hm?" Al gave a dumb smile as the lamia started to return the manacle.

"Hmmm?" he hummed as the red haired girl turned into a fire-breathing monster.
"Hmmmmmmm?" the lamia wrapped around his leg, smelling of urine, more so than before.

Al leaned down and picked his coat up off the ground, spinning it around his head and thrusting his arms through the sleeves. The dragon had begun shouting a barrage of vague threats at the town.
And the town burning down would stop their shopping spree.
And also burn the food they wanted to eat.
And that's a bad thing.

The dragon was... not actually large. In fact, it was smaller than even a griffin, and Al had fought those before. He'd heard rumors that dragons were larger than even castles and fortresses, but this was clearly false, or else this was some sort of stunted cousin of a dragon. The only truly threatening thing was its ability to quickly set things alight, and that flight made it difficult to reach.
Al picked up his snake friend, and dispensed her coils in the bed of the wagon; the manacle and bag of cash followed suite. Finally, the man stood in the driver's seat, and drew his claymore, spinning the heavy blade once with surprising dexterity.

"Hey Serpica, you still want to adventure with me, right? It's dangerous, but we need to stop that dragon, the one throwing the temper tantrum. Not just for the town and that wizard with the belt-skirt, but also I think it wants to kill us specifically, for some unknown reason. So here's my plan: I'm gonna stab it. Any objections?"