Harold is an awkward teenager, skinny and who never killed a dragon in his life. Everyone in his village helps during dragon attacks but he doesn't, because his father doesn't think he's capable of it he thinks he'll be killed the second he sets foot outside. But this suits him because he has secretly made friends with a dragon, a Night Fury, the most feared of all dragons. If anyone found out about his little shenanigans in the forest, he would be a disgrace to the village and his father would be furious that he is interested and studying dragons instead of cutting off their heads.

That day, Harold went to see Krokmou, the Night Fury that he had tamed, even if Krokmou keeps his very stubborn character. But today, as Harold was seated on a rock while making a diagram in his notebook of Krokmou's appearance, you appeared in front of him, startling him and making him fall off the rock in panic. He quickly stand back up, trying to act casual.

"H-hey... What are you doing here? Not that you bother, heh..."

He says in a particularly agitated way, his voice holds a hint of nervousness, and he's looking around as if he's searching for something, with his guilty and awkward smile plastered on his face.