[What with the strange forewarning, and the overwhelming bloody intent of the dragon's arrival, and the doomsday lighting of the sky... yeah, he feels a little unnaturally calm right now. He's not sure how he'll feel later.

The name 'Oz', though, snaps him to attention in a moment and he takes in the one speaking again -- black hair -- 'Raven'?

Another glance up at the sky, just to make sure.]

It seems to be drawing closer to the central district. [A small shake of his head, as much to clear it as anything; it's actually pretty smokey up here despite the overall lack of fires very close by. He should get down soon.] And... as for Oz... I'm sorry. I haven't seen him today.