The room was filling with riders and Rolf decided it would be a bit of a crowded adventure after all.  But then, once they took to the sky things would get a bit roomier.  He smirked but said nothing at the exchange between the masked rider and the one whose dragon followed them in.  Fearless?  Did the man think he was frightening?  

He walked to the one who had flown right up to the window and entered there.  Rolf extended a hand, free of his usual glove, and introduced himself.  "Rolf White, rider of Forge."