Falawny joined Roscoe with a small chuckle of his own. The boy probably had the right of it. He suspected that most people standing on the sands wouldn't say no to a dragon anyhow. No, everyone standing, except maybe himself, despirated wanted a dragon. Falawny felt a bit of pity for those who got their hopes so high, only to be dashed and leave crying. He had no real expectation to get a dragon at the up coming hatching.

"Aye I have a couple chores before bed too. Best of luck to you at the hatching Roscoe." He nodded politely. After he watched the boy walk off into the night, he shivered. All those wide open places. Great for dragons, not so much for him. Falawny turned and headed back to the kitchens for his dishes stint.