Once upon a time, I'd had a conversation like that with my subordinates, just shooting the breeze.
"Fighting those Halphas bastards was seriously annoying. Thank God the battlefield was a dungeon, because knowing the enemy's air force was stronger than ours was absolutely infuriating."
After clashing with Halphas's avian monsters, we'd lamented how woefully lacking our legion's air power was.
"Andras can't fly properly until they're at least 4-star, and harpies can fly from 1-star, but they're useless as an actual fighting force. Ngh. And mass-producing Harpy Aellos would burn through way too many magic stones."
"What, should we go hunt some wyverns or something?"
"I mean, why not? But what if a dragon shows up among the Dungeon Lords? What do we do if we bust our asses beating it on the ground and it just flies off?"
"We'd just fire arrows or fling spells at it without any real plan."
