[Alfyn rubs the back of his head, gradually relaxing as his enthusiastic familiar fails to engage the baby dragon in playtime.]

Yeah, sorry if he startled you. He's harmless, at least. Hasn't once left my side since I was dropped in the drink back there, and with that and his size, I reckon he's still a baby. He's only lookin' to play.

[As if to prove the point, the griffiny thing rolls onto its back, all four paws in the air. Alfyn crouches to put himself closer to eye level with the dragon himself.]

Anyhow, this one might be small, but it's a true dragon, isn't it? I've only seen one before, but there's no mistaking it once you have.