"It matters to me," Handy said. Ferix tried to flex his wing, but Handy slashed down, cutting a gash through the thick, leathery membrane of the wing. Ferix certainly roared at that. "Who is he? Where is he going? Speak, damn it!" The dragon ceased his pained cries in favour of screwing its eyes shut for a time before opening them again and giving a hate-filled stare at Handy.