Hayden nodded, glancing around, before slipping his knife back into the pouch at his hip. Moving over to
liyiath, he opened one of the pouches on his saddle, pulling out a letter and walking towards Chance, handing him the letter. He took a step back, flushing slightly At the accusations. "You know, not all of us are like that..." he said softly. He was not blind to the corruption within their kingdom. He'd only been on a couple missions before, mostly scouting- his dragon's size made him better than a giant like Rornigoth for sneaking around.
The expression on his face, as much as he tried to hide it, showed he was torn about working for the kingdom or having his freedom. He knew one day he'd be sent on a mission where he was forced to kill innocents, likely over a simple rumor that one member of a family or village was planning a rebellion.