It was obvious that Tony was a little irritated about the loss and battering of his scales. No one would see it, and heâ€™d probably have been worse off if it werenâ€™t for them, but still! He picked through this and that, stopping frequently to wiggle the edge of a torn scale or pluck a loose one from around the tattered edges of the wound. One on his arm had cracked and he had little doubt it would be a sore spot in the morningâ€¦<br/><br/>He was also clearly no more interested in the newest elf than he had been in the others. His biggest concern seemed to be with the weight and balance of the hobgoblinâ€™s sword. Should he keep it? Had the lightning harmed it? Was it even better than his in the first place? He dropped it and a discarded crossbow into the pile for later consideration and went to assist with some of the heavy lifting. Dragon he might be, but not lazy or entirely inconsiderate. Besides, the faster everything was fixed, the faster they could leave.<br/><br/>Not unrelated, neither did he care to hear the â€˜female bullâ€™ complain about another elf. At least this one had some<span style="font-style: italic">skill</span>â€“ Tonyâ€™s Elven was a little better than his Common, at least spoken. He hissed a chuckle to himself, again wondering just what she might do about her friend over there being elfin himself.<br/><br/>What seemed to actually upset Tony the most, besides the few ruined scales, was when the elf and human started to leave. This was purely selfish, as he knew little of healing â€“ the elf girl did though â€“ and assumed that the rest of them didnâ€™t either. Unlessâ€¦ â€œWhore know heal?â€ He called out to all three of them â€“ driver, â€˜bullâ€™, and elf. It wasnâ€™t supposed to be an insult or even rude. Simply, Tony had learned the vast majority of his Common from mercenaries, brave â€“ or stupid â€“ knights, and docks. Very little of it contained polite phrases.