“It’s not going to fit master.” Golanth told Kren as he placed the saddle on the drakan’s back.
“It will.” The boy replied stubbornly.
“It won’t be very secure.” Golanth said trying a different approach, “I would hate for you to fall.”
“Yes, I bet you would.” Kren replied reaching round to try and tighten the girth, “Remember what happened last time?”
The boy had beaten him badly when he’d fallen from his back a few week ago. He still had bruises from it.