“No good to me here now, is it?” he asked himself. “Stupid bastard. If you had been a bit more circumspect, you could’ve thought of another way around this. But no, you trusted the dragons to have no real reason to hate you. So you killed some skeletal abomination. Who cares? So you killed some young drake at the tournament. Those things happen; why would they hold a grudge? Stupid, stupid, stupid!”