(ooc: sorry, just life)
The girl continues to look angry and holds onto her makeshift weapon while watching the mosnter suspiciously, but she grudgingly answers. "It's just anthony and I now, I suppose, and his little bro." She glances at the blood and web coated body then looks away resolutely. "The Hayes are gone, obviously, and Anthony's sister with them. Little bro isn't mine, I was fostered with the Hayes. The circus comes through once a year around this time. That thing was in the side show, and would spit webs at birds to catch them. There was a wolf that breathed cold on things, and dogs that jumped through each other... Some other monsters... The dragon wasn't very big, as they say dragons go, but he was a nasty brute, ugly brown and with a hook on his tail. One of the carnies told me some wanted to cut it off, but they thought it would mess up the balance on his flight. He told me he really didn't breath fire either, that was just a trick they did, but that he was a mean thing and he was glad of the collar on him when he mucked his wagon." She pauses a moment, then finshes, "They usually come in by the south road, passing by us in the night to get to town by morning. We're just a little stop for them. I tried to stay up to hear them come by, but the first thing I heard was the noises out by the shed, so whatever happened must have been to the south. Now, if you would kill this thing or get it out of here, I have to put these to bed and start digging some holes. I appriciate what you've done, but I've no reward to offer."