“And I would say thou hath a pair of balls to be talking to me like this,” Handy said. “But clearly that is not the case. Thou art just a fool. Come back when thou hast reached thine majority and thy manhood has properly dropped.” Handy blinked and his reason caught up with him. ’Wait… What did I just-’ The next thing Handy knew was a powerful bellow as the dragon reared back and roared, shaking the tent. His claws grabbed Handy by his jacket, ripping into it as he was flung bodily through the air, hitting a barrel and knocking a griffon and a pony aside as he bounced on the ground and slid out the tent flap.