ooc: [img]tongue.gif[/img] at Skye. Even if you are nice gal.
Pathris eyed the dragon, just as he had seen it do to him. He didn't know what to think of the creature yet; he had never been around dragons. Dragons just didn't take interest in outcasts as isolated as himself. It seemed nice enough so far, but who knows what it was really thinking? "He's taken a shine to that half-breed," he thought. "Which isn't all that surprising, I suppose."
He nodded toward the woman and the dragon as they beckoned the rest of the group and began to head in their direction. He paused for a moment to rip a piece of cloth from one of the fallen bodies and used it to bandage his leg. Even though he felt some pain from the cut, luckily it didn't hamper his movement at all. That was a relieving find.