Tyrone was still fairly sure a mistake had been made somewhere. Even if he was the last living relation of a lord he'd never heard of, there had to be someone more qualified to take over.

A week ago, he'd barely been able to cover rent and now he owned half a mountain and a town and this was all just ridiculous, wasn't it?

"Lord Tyrone, your family's most devoted vassal has arrived."

Tyrone wasn't quite sure why he was suddenly being herded outside but-

-then he saw the dragon.

Clearly this was backwards!

"My lord," he said.