After all, when one thinks of dragons, they think of great, majestic beasts of fire and fury, perhaps lurking in gigantic caves upon beds made of the ransoms of fallen empires. Or like the sepulchral dragon he himself had nearly been fried by in Lepidopolis. What does not come to mind are hot blooded teenagers roving about the countryside in blackened armour swinging great axes, but, you know, given the world he lived in, common sense kind of had to take a back seat.