The introduction of a third person walking down the shore relaxed Graeme a little. If the half-dragon was truly docile, then he wouldn't attack with an innocent man nearby. "We'll finish this later," Graeme remarked, staring him square in the eyes. The wind gave an odd chill as the man walking to the beach called out "I couldn't help noticing how you were staring me down; do you need something?"

"Perhaps," Graeme said aloud. His instinct told him to remain on guard. "Who are you? And -" He turned to the half-dragon, "Who are YOU? As I said earlier, I won't accept silence for an answer and my patience runs thin."