Agnes’ surprise

Anges stared at the Dragonborns with a stupefied look on her face. She had never seen such vivid, striking scales on any demi-human before. 

Not only that, but their elegant frills and reptilian features bore an uncanny resemblance to the draconian race—those legendary beings who had dominated the world more than just a few times throughout history.

As she watched the red-scaled Dragonborn youth 'play' with the drunken dogfolk, she couldn't help but notice the overflowing natural strength and talent he had in the Physical Arts.

The Dragonborn's movements were raw and unrefined—clearly still a novice, with his moves lacking efficiency and control, but his strength and power, along with the sheer potential in his technique, were clearly on par with even the seasoned fighters.

She recognized true talent when she saw one.