"Dammit..." He twirled his grandmothers ring. She was dead, he could barely hold himself together. Her ring was the last item she gave him personally. He needed some training, to keep his mind off it. He walked through town, past stalls and wares. All the way to the arena, where they kept chained dragons for training purposes.

He walked up to one of the beasts in heavy chains and muzzle. "Hey beasty, aren't you slick. Are you Aerodynamic?" He didn't expect the dragon to speak back...