He nodded at her explanation, before leaning back. "Well, thirty was the standard, but twenty was the original, since most soldiers tend to just fire them without actually aiming. Once training got better, they started giving us more, despite most people still having issues about hitting a human. When we get back to the room, you can ask about whatever catches your interest, and I can fill it in with more pertinent details."<br/><br/>He choked back at laugh at her draining half the mug, before catching the waitress' attention again. "Bring us a pitcher or two please. I have a feeling we will be doing a fair amount of drinking, so lets not keep you running back and forth."<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to Sapphire, before shaking his head. "Honestly, I didn't think my subconscious had gotten into you that much. But then again, the only two working dragons I have seen that weren't universally regarded as retarded were both golds. And you look remarkably like Meridia's mother, once we stop paying attention to parts that are unique to blues."