He glanced over at the white dragon next to him and snorted "I'm not<em>that</em>old wyrmling, not yet. And I'm not your Grandpa neither." He smiled and slapped him on the back "What's your name boy? Call me Videli."<br/><br/>he took the beer gratefully and swigged, scratching at his chest through the t shirt idly, then gasped and clutched at his chest when the armour sprang out of her hand. "What in the..." he glanced at her hand, then up at her "Are you... my keeper?" he asked, still clutching at his chest with a pained expression on his face.