Keman laughed. "By saying 'not a real one' do you mean that you've met a fake dragon?" he teased lightly. "Or do those Draconians count? But that's not true, you know. About you not meeting a dragon." He'd decided that he liked this John Smith. He felt comfortable around him, comfortable enough to tell him right away what he was.

Plus, it wasn't exactly like he was keeping it a secret anymore. He'd written about it often enough on the bulletin board, and he'd told enough people, that by now he figured the damage was already pretty well done.

"You've met me, I mean. I'm a dragon. Not right now, of course--we're shapeshifters, and our lovely host here at Landel's Institute has seen fit to take away my means of shifting back to my natural form. Not the end of the world, of course; I'm pretty fond of you lot. Still, I miss flying."