Rolf shook his hand, firmly but not overcompensating by squeezing too hard. "No, I'll grab the tab at the end," he said with a wave of his hand. "You're doing me a huge favor by sharing your research and everything. I know I won't be able to use all of it," not without writing separate books, he thought, "but it will be so helpful to be able to update the book.
"I got a table over there where it'll be a bit quieter and we can spread out," he said, gesturing back to where he'd left his stuff. He led the way over, limp repressed but present, and slid into a chair. He flipped open the leather bound notebook he'd brought along. "So did you work with just one breed of dragon, or multiple?" he asked curiously.