Edric yelped in an unmanly fashion as he slid downwards, only to be clasped tight again. His grip loosened and his dagger fell from his hands. Edric mentally kicked himself as he watched it drop down, far far away from his reach. This was not going well. Most of his weapons were littered on the snow below him, and he only had one more dagger left, but it was in his right boot. There was no way he could unsheathe it without the dragon noticing.
He decided to try a different approach. Smiling slightly, he put on a forlorn expression. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to get home to Rosalie. She’s all alone and I need to find food. I was trying to get some of your scales so that we can buy some food from the town people, maybe even some ale.” he said, making it seem as if he were a starving man with a wife at home.
He had done this before with highwayman, but never with a sentient beast. He hoped that she would fall for it and let him go. Who knows, she might even take pity on him and give him some dragon scales. Although he had to admit, he would be lucky if he just escaped. And escaping was his goal. "My name is Edgar." he lied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.