He snorted and shook his head. His pride could take the hit. Nothing in the agreement had said anything about actually fighting the dragons. He had made his delivery, so the princess would just have to get the drake back herself. Though the thought about what it’d do to relations between the two countries did bother him, the more rational part of him reasserted himself. Worst came to worst, by the time he made it back to his ship, he could just make it as if he had died again and fly elsewhere in his ship. It was not as if he didn’t have the power to hide himself now. He could put all this aside and start searching for a way home and sidestep all this political nonsense.