He listens. It sounds well outside of the scope of anything he ever saw in Venice or Paris. He slowly shakes his head. "I wish I could provide you some insight. General experience with machinery tells me that a grinding sound or smoke coming from a machine isn't ideal, but if it's a dragon, it's hard for me to say that smoke isn't fitting."

He taps his cane a few thoughtful taps between steps, wracking his mind for any other knowledge that might apply.

"In this respect, I fear our worlds differ enough that I have no further information. Condolences on the destruction of your city. It's never an easy thing to see your own people brought to ruin." He'd know.