Poppy's brother

"Who are you?" I asked, my annoyance palpable. I had been so close to slipping away unnoticed before he ruined it all.

"Why are you annoyed? I just saved you," he stated matter-of-factly, which only deepened my frown.

"You saved me? From what?" I retorted, feeling more puzzled than grateful.

"From your death," he said with a grave sincerity that made me squint at him suspiciously.

"This place is where dragons live," he explained, as if that should clarify everything. I stared at him, nonplussed.

"Aren't you scared?" he ventured cautiously.

"Why should I be scared?" I shot back, trying to mask my confusion.

"There were three possibilities where you could have met your end, but since you aren't scared, we're down to two," he informed me, his tone mixing concern with exasperation.

"Good to know," I muttered sarcastically. "Now there's the possibility of me getting bored to death listening to you."