"Yes..." Keman looked sheepish. "He...gave me these injuries last night, when he had the special counseling." The young dragon looked down, indicating the various burns on his body and his left arm, which was still in a sling. "I know it wasn't his fault, but he said some things that I found really infuriating. I figured it was in order. He didn't protest."

He sat up. "What about you? How did you fare last night?"