“Let him. Sore losers have no place on our timetable today.” Rhyderi folded his arms, his tone cold and bitter. “Do you want to stick around?” He flicked an ear as he watched the others bring in the first of the armor-bound dragons. “It’s not going to be that interesting though, I admit. Just a technical demonstration, and how to fight a dragon.”
“You already know how… I’m guessing…”