A Highly Regarded Service

Skaran's jaw dropped open. "You wot?" Everyone else looked at Amethyst aghast.

"I hoard Dragon Slayers." She said with a smile. "All the best come from here and retire here. Occasionally we get new blood." She waved at Sir Albrecht. "But generally we supply the Dragon Slayers' guild with the best slayers around."

"But, but... Don't that mean you're killin' your own kin?" Skaran was very obviously struggling with the concept.

"When your kind step out of line, you reign them in, so do I. It's a highly regarded service within dragon social circles. My slayers are, basically, dragon police."