In the eyes of a greedy man like Clinton, a Dragon Slayer could be said to be the profession that helped one advance through social classes the fastest, most resoundingly, and most easily—provided there were enough soldiers to act as cannon fodder.
But when a dragon actually appeared before him, its giant body blocking the light in the room, Clinton finally discovered how stupid and naive his previous thoughts were. Just the close contact with the dragon, facing its cold, vertical golden eyes that looked at Clinton like an ant, made Clinton's legs turn as soft as noodles and his teeth chatter.
