Charlie gave a half shrug and picked up the pint that was delivered to him with his free hand and thanked the barman, indicating Rolf was going to pay. "No, no I'm happy to help, plus I get to talk dragons again, which is always a plus in my book." Pretty much.
"Great," he said and followed Rolf, his own slight limp familiar to anyone who knew him now. Setting down his pint and his notes he took a seat, shifting his prosthetic leg slightly with his hands for comfort. "I've worked with a variety of dragons, some more than others, and some I've only visited in specific reserves for short periods. I spent best part of, what, thirteen years in Romania? Most of my experience with Eastern European species, but the reserve had a few others, and I've visited most of the reserves worldwide at one point or another."