"I'm fighting them!" He gestures with the shot glass again, because apparently in too tipsy too quickly, it's become his tool of emphasis. "My people have little to do with the dragons now, besides a common agreement that we would rather they not ravage our world, but..."

He pauses, squinting out at the lake and retaining just enough awareness to catch himself from continuing on in response to Lambert's point and babbling a little too much. Although, if Tyria didn't completely turn on them, the carnival probably won't care (or understand) that much.

"Anyway, it helps to know what they are first. Great, primordial forces that consume and... I suppose regulate the magic in Tyria, but they are mindlessly hungry and destructive and wipe out all life every time they rise. Tyria is in the middle of their most recent cycle of awakening."