Her expression softens considerably, at his admission. "I'm sorry, I know you're trying. I'm simply not used to people making such jokes, especially when they could very easily<em>not</em>be joking." She sighs, softly,watching him work for a few minutes, before leaving.<br/><br/>Within the next week, the mood sours further, and the city looks to be on the very verge of revolt. Which is when the dragon attacks the city.<br/><br/>The only warning Nameless gets is screaming, heard from outside, before someone bursts into the common room of their guildhall, screaming that the inn, the whole town, is on fire.