Juan
With that answer, Kallista could only guess it was a Dragon, rather than a Drakon. Drakons wouldn't be as big as this Inn. She offered a slight nod of acknowledgment, saying nothing about it. He was still clearly very convinced there was such a creature out there. Her eyes narrowed as he glanced back to the window, but it was at least good he stayed put because she would very much so drag him back if she had to. She was trying her best, without revealing too much information about how she would know so much about the nature of Dragons. 

When he answered, asking more questions, she sighed to herself. It was going to be a bit more difficult than she first thought. "How do you think a Dragon would fare against an army of giants? If it were to choose a Realm, it would not be this one. The creature would be greatly outnumbered and it knows that," She said, shaking her head in disbelief at his fear. Sure, it was understandable but an imaginary Dragon was nothing to fear. However, it was truly ironic when one was standing in front of him. "Calm yourself," She scolded, finally. 

The strange glint disappeared once Kallista blinked a few times, but nonetheless, still... Odd. She noticed his sudden curiosity but didn't know what it applied to. Perhaps the question about his name did the trick. 

"And mine is Kallista. Kallista Demseis," She said, soon looking away to search for a table. Her eyes landed on the empty one in the large room with food and ale left untouched. "You claim to be a knight, Sir?" She asked before pointing with an outstretched hand to his table. "Sit." Her tone was commanding, even if she didn't mean for it to be. It's best if they stayed away from the window.
Kenneth
"But how can a giant even harm a dragon if they can't reach it?" Sven continued, still not seemingly calmed by Kallista's explanations. But this time when he was scolded, he went quiet, looking a little disheartened. With a frown he sighed, seeming to realize that even if he had seen the dragon, it was no use convincing Kallista he had. 

"Kallista.. I'm not sure if I've heard that name before or not." He followed her gesture and walked over to the table, glancing once more to the window before he sat down. "I am a knight." He said simply, looking down at his food that he had left there. By now it was cold, as though he had not even touched it for hours. "You didn't say a title with your name. What is it that you do?" He asked, now seeming to actually be focused in the conversation at hand. "Oh, don't let me be rude, I can buy some food and drink for you."
Juan
"You would be surprised. They are resourceful. It wouldn't be the first time Giants fought against a Dragon," She said promptly, referring to thousands of years ago when the Giants rebelled against the Dragons in power and failed. However, they still put up a good fight as the story went. Kallista scolded him because he was evidently still panicking and her patience was running thin. Perhaps he finally realized it was no use, but she wasn't done here quite yet. 

She cocked her head slightly at the possible recognition of her name. He likely would have heard it, as she was one of the best Monster Hunters across the Realm. It wasn't impossible. "You might have," She said, following him to his table. She pulled out the wooden chair across from him and took a seat. Her presumption about him being a knight was correct after all. 

Kallista was pleased to see he was asking questions unrelated to the Dragon now. It was a good change of topic. She first answered his offer, giving a nod. "Thank you, kindly. As for what I do... I have a few aliases but I'm most well known as a Monster Hunter. The Dragon's Dread," She explained, lifting her hand so he could see the black tattoo on the back of her hand, a tattoo detailing three Dragon heads. 

"And you, are you a wandering Knight or are you affiliated with something?"
Kenneth
Sven listened to Kallista's reasoning, pausing for a moment as if he wanted to retort, but he shook his head. It would be useless to keep arguing about whether or not a dragon would come here. He had his thoughts and she hers, he decided. Either way, the idea of a dragon in the area made him uneasy. Life is filled with things that shouldn't happen logically, he thought. 

"I can't recall where I may have heard it.." Sven trailed off, his thoughts turning once again to where he may have heard her name. In truth, he could not remember. 

Sven smiled slightly at her thanks, waving for the tavern keeper to come so she could get what she wanted. When Kallista told him that she was know as the Dragon's Dread and showed the tattoo, Sven seemed to become enraptured in the conversation. "The Dragon's Dread?" He repeated, nodding slightly. "That explains how you know so much about dragons.. How many have you slain?"

At the question, Sven cleared his throat. "I'm a Centurion of the Imperial Legion." In truth, he had not been an active knight in years, but in his state of mind he often did not realize he was not a knight anymore.