Whether he caught the hint of a falsehood or not, Straw did not press the issue.  "Ah, well, works out for me, I suppose.  Must say, knowing we've got a dragon on our side should we find ourselves in a scuffle is a nice thought.
 
 "Hey, I think this bird looks 'bout done," he said, inspecting their dinner.  "I got some bread in my saddle bags."  Straw stood up, brushed some debris from his trousers, then went to retrieve the mentioned bread as Calvin removed the game bird from the makeshift spit.  
 
 "I didn't pay it much heed, but did hear somethin' of a brawl in the tavern," the young man said, not fishing for information, just commenting.  "Glad you're okay."   
 
 Splitting the grouse into 3 parts made for a bit of a meager dinner, but the bread helped fill up their bellies.

"Can't say I expect any trouble this close to civilized lands, but should make a habit of setting watch.  I don't mind the first if you two wanna get some sleep."