"Save the apologies for failures! It's only a mistake if it doesn't work!"

Mar slid under the dragon's neck, thankful he wasn't wearing spiky-pointy armor. With a grunt of exertion and a heave with his legs and back, he lifted the dragon's chest up. "Okay! On three, we move! One, two -- three!"

Bariyan better have started, because Mar lurched forward on his count. So much for elven grace!