Illyana started down the hall toward the lobby, trusting that Zack would follow her or catch up and walk beside her. "The plaque lays out the rules of the place. And it's right by the front desk, so we can find your room key as well."
She turned back to him, eyebrow raised, as he mentioned fighting dragons. "My best friend back home has a dragon. Little purple one she calls Lockheed. He's kind of cute, in a scaly way."
Made to fight? "How old were you when you first started training?" she asked. He didn't look that old, even with the silvery-gray hair. His face read young. So, unless he was like Logan and didn't show his age, he couldn't be much older than she was. She'd heard of places training children to fight - after all, that was what the Professor did, in his own way - but the way Zack said it sounded like they were trained from the time they could pick up a weapon, or something.