Barrow Fields beyond the reach of human rage

Her mention of dragons seemed to make him... something.  Maia wasn't good enough at reading (and he wasn't obvious enough at telling) to know what it was, but his answer wasn't exactly playful in the same way her words had been.  

You've met some then? She asked,  knowing the answer was probably no but playing along.  I thought I did once, in a forest inside a mountain.  But we only found the tracks.  And a half eaten kill, with some wicked wounds.  Man that had been freaky.  

Did you fight the dragons you met, then? She asked, though something in her tone was a little hesitant.  She still had a jovial undertone, but something about his manner made her uncertain.