"Brother, you're not seriously thinking of messing with a Frost Worm, are you...? Those big guys are even scarier than dragons."
Leon was still rambling about heading to Snow Flow Canyon when he suddenly heard a spirited voice. He turned around but saw no one, looked left and right, still nothing.
"Look down, I'm here."
It wasn't until that spirited voice spoke again that Leon finally spotted its owner: a small, bouncy Halfling. From the way he was dressed, the dagger and hand crossbow at his waist, it was clear he was a Wanderer.
"Thanks for the warning." Venturing outside, especially now in his human form, Leon remained particularly polite.
Unless he revealed his Dragon Form, no one would believe he could take on a Frost Worm. Those things required a world-class master to deal with, and Leon couldn't be bothered to explain all of this. Instead, he said, "I wouldn't dare mess with a Frost Worm. I just want to catch a glimpse of it, you know, broaden my horizons."