A hunt.

[Surprise in his voice, but after a moment, he doesn’t know why he’s surprised. She isn’t the only person he’s ever known who would hunt a dragon, but she’s one of them.]

Why was anyone hunting them? What success did they hope to have? I know a wild dragon might ravage the land all around, but you’d need a scorpion to kill it, or —

[A dismissive shake of his head.]

I need more dragons, not less of them.