The compliment caught the peasant completely off guard and he had no response for it, not that he was given much chance to respond. Jawn found himself in quite the queer predicament of being on a pole in the teeth of a dragon and before he could even discern which way was up they were then air. Great blasts of wing almost stole his breath away from the dragons massive beating wings. He was facing the ground and the height and speed at which they moved was enough to make him feel dizzy and shortly sick. Jawn had thought that riding a horse was fast but this was something different all together as they whizzed across the land. The world must seem so small to the speed of a flying dragon. He would have taken the time to consider all the places the great beast must have seen but by that point his stomach was rolling and it was all Jawn could do not to be sick.<br/><br/>Cold air and darkness enveloped them as they went farther from the flames and soon Jawn could see little more then dark outlines. Being unable to focus on anything in particular made the flight easier. He felt less sick trying to keep track of things but to avoid the calamity of throwing up he simply closed his eyes all together and focused on breathing instead of the speed or the pain of the ropes digging into his skin. By this point he could feel that he was bleeding around the wrists and ankles from the wear and he could only hope the dragon would untie him at some point, perhaps let him go soon.<span style="font-style: italic">'What could a dragon possibly accomplish by keeping me anyway?'</span>he found himself wondering. Although he realized he truly had no way of knowing.<br/><br/>Jawn was just beginning to feel less sick when a sudden change in forward momentum to upward had him gasping in surprise and his eyes opened just ontime to see the ground becoming farther and farther away. He had never been afraid of heights but his stomach felt like it had a thousand tiny butterflies within all anxious to come out. Just as he was sure he could contain the contents of his last meal no longer the trip ended and he was painfully spit out onto the ground as he assumed they had entered its' lair.<br/><br/>The pole he was attached too was rolled across the ground a few times causing Jawn some serious discomfort when finally the dragon stopped and left him to lay there,<span style="font-weight: bold">"Ow! Do you mind?"</span>He found himself snapping at the dragon with impatience before he could stop himself. He was quite frustrated now.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Are you going to let me off this pole at some point? I thought you were going to let me go!"</span>Jawn protested as he began struggling against the binds. Somehow through all of this they had not loosened. It hurt to pull against them but he'd had quite enough of being tied down. After several moments of his futile struggle he growled in frustration. Smart or not as the dragon had said; he was still quite stuck in this situation.