He was holding onto the side of the rowboat, knowing they had gotten rich from this strike, but the roar of draconic outrage informed him that his worst fear was reality. He couldn't stop the barely audible whimper at the roar, and glanced back, shivering in terror, glad for the cool water keeping him focused. The gem was worth a fortune at least, and likely was a center piece of the red's hoard, so it going after the raiders was logical. Once it finished with them, however, it would likely turn to his ship, and they needed to be gone immediately. "We need to leave, now."