Solomon blinked. That was unexpected . . . but not entirely surprising. He suspected it was a test of sorts; it seemed in character, something that a mysterious and powerful mage would do. But that didn't mean he was going to risk getting eaten alive to test that.

"Uh, I take it you're [i]the[/i] Dragon, or at least someone he's acquainted with?" he hazarded a guess. "Oh, and thank you for not eating us." He said with a polite nod. It was only proper etiquette, after all, that you thank someone for a meal . . . or for not becoming one. He wasn't sure the same rules applied but it didn't hurt to be courteous.

Particularly when there huge-ass dragons breathing down your face.