Draiss hits the dragon with one last spell to ensure it was really dead, his whirling blade spell, and then collapses onto the ground, holding his damaged shoulder, rolling around in pain, cursing fluently and creatively in draconic. He dismisses the spell, but keeps rolling around, the phantom pain from the wound still as annoying and painful as the wound itself had been. Eventually the phantom pain fades away, and he is able to stand up, albeit a bit shakily. "That was a bit worse than I thought it was going to be. Are you two alright?"<br/><br/>While listening to their answers, he pulls out a wand of cure moderate wounds, and hands it to Cerulean, before using his blade spell again to remove the black's head. "Excuse me, I need to go and horrify the lizardfolk and collect the bard. Who gets the privilege of yelling at him?"