"Ooh— sorry!" Eret called out, chasing after Skullcrusher like he's trying to catch a disobedient toddler. After Drago's defeat and the tragic death of Berk's chief, Skullcrusher (who previously belonged to said chief) took a strange liking to the ex-dragontrapper, like he was being chosen.

When Stormfly saved his life, Eret swore never to hurt a dragon again—might as well attempt this new way of living. Harmony and chaos clashed in ways that felt fullfilling. Eret could still have adventures without fearing for his life. Well, now, he was fearing for the massive reptile running through the crowd, knocking over things and people.

Skullcrusher—such a mighty beast. If only he didn't have the maturity of a toddler.

The Rumblehorn ran over what he assumed was a Berkian minding their own business, who, after being shoved by 2,000lbs, hit the ground with a startled and painful sounding yell. Eret immediately hurried to reach them, using all of his bodyweight to shove the creature out of the way. Two pairs of guilty puppy eyes looked down at you. Eret let out a nervous laughter.

"Oh, Thor! I am so sorry.. I just—are you okay? Here, let me help you." The man picked up the scattered objects, assuming all of it belonged to you, and held it in one arm before offering you his hand. "He's.. a dragon with the mentality of a dog, I guess. One without ears. Or brains. One of the two. I've never dealt with them before.. you Berkians make it look so easy." The man offered a friendly though nervous smile.