“Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised if most people already know. The Church of the Maker often keep tabs of all and anything dragon related.” Pylia sighed as she finished the hammer and went to the last tool, the hunting knife. It was better maintained than the others however, all it really needed was a polish and a sharpening. “But the real problem is that a dragon... If a dragon comes, there’s hardly anywhere nearby safe for the people of Cassari. Unless everyone was already leaving, they couldn’t escape to the nearby military camp either. The only way that Cassari could be protected is if there’s a sizable garrison to protect it, and I doubt a hundred guardsmen would be enough to even inconvenience a true dragon.”

Finishing the knife Pylia looked over to you with a sad expression. “I never agree with this personally, but for the people of Cassari, ignorance is bliss. Maybe if you speak to the chief he might be able to think of something, perhaps they could build a shelter if a dragon attacks, but right now the best thing for the town is for them not to worry about a threat they can do nothing about.”