The rest of Noah's shift passed with him wiping tables and serving drinks. The dragon knights—because that's what everyone kept calling them—stayed for another hour, their voices carrying across the tavern as they laughed and told stories about previous hunts.
Noah kept his distance, cleaning tables on the opposite side of the room, but his ears tracked every word.
"—remember when Egor took down that wyvern in the western valley?" one of them was saying. "Thing was the size of a house and he just walked up to it like he was taking a stroll!"
"That's because our captain's insane," another replied, grinning. "Fearless bastard. That's why we follow him."
"Fearless and smart," a third added. "He knows dragon behavior better than anyone. That's why the kingdom pays us triple what regular knights make."
