Kendrick hadn't forgotten that dragons were "kill on sight" for the realms of man, but it did little to dissuade him from his quest. After all, he originally sought a creature that was large enough to swallow horses by the handful and could melt stone on [b]accident[/b] by sleeping too close to it, who would even be willing to try and raise a hand against her? His sleep was troubled this night, and it was evidenced in his restlessness. The hatchling wasn't a pushover by any means, but it wasn't the invincible great red that he was expecting to take home either. The scowl on his face while at rest voiced his displeasure, though he showed no signs of it while awake. Measures would have to be taken to ensure that the little dragon would make it home, much less survive to adulthood. For even the slightest chance to make it... He'd have to be the only [b]living[/b] human to know that there was a dragon within the borders.

He was almost remorseful that he'd brought some of his best men with him. Almost.

The prince mumbled in his sleep, something harsh but unintelligible, even to the dragon's keen senses. His fingers curled and extended against her scales casually in slumber, gently scratching behind her ears as the little creature nuzzled herself against him. Whatever filter he was able to mask his true feelings and emotions with when awake, it was clear he did not take it with him to the dream world. Stringent then soft, with only a few seconds between the two moods, he must have been having a particularly emotional ride during his reverie right now.