Moira did remember the talons of a dragon's feet latching onto a cow before flying off. Perhaps it was after the first throw of a pitchfork that the dragon actually attacked with fire. She wasn't actually there when her village was attacked, so she wasn't sure how it all happened. She did remember though... That the dragon was killed. It was a green serpent dragon with antler-like horns. Supposedly different types had different powers and abilities. "Goodnight." She watched Kerian walk off, obviously hurt by Moira's words. It seemed odd. She wondered how close Kerian had been to the dragon he'd seen. Perhaps he had actually befriended one. Moira looked down at the leather bound book, stroking it over the burnt lettering. Perhaps this book would give her some insight. She definitely wouldn't sleep tonight.