"What, none at all? No, uh, no manticores, no giant fucking spiders, no rats that explode into poisonous gas?"

Her teeth flash in a brief grin, because she catches the teasing tone but it's not like her to keep smiling for long. "None of those are normal, but they're... around."

It would be so weird. Nobody has any compunctions about killing some four-legged acid-spitting beast that's killing livestock, like many do about killing people. Monster slaying flies a lot better. Even if toting the remains around freaks out a lot of townsfolk.