[ Tried to tell them-- had he said that out loud? Draco's head tilts to one side, a curious gesture, eyeing Cole with a renewed wariness from before he'd shown up. It doesn't last, however. He is strange, no doubt, but he seems harmless enough.

As soon as that moment passes, he lets out a soft puff of air, warm, but thankfully lacking fire. His smile lessens. ]

One against one, there is little doubt. [ But if there is an ongoing war here, he may have more to worry about than single knights looking for glory. ] We shall see, I suppose, who heeds the warnings. Here, perhaps many will, but there's always that one sword-slinging idiot who'll ruin it. You think you find a nice quiet valley and then in they come, on some poor frightened horse, wearing armor that's more for looks than of use.

Never fails.