Sending an affectionate comment to Raura, he spirals down out of the mist quickly, and looks around for the dragoness, his eyes bright as he surveyed the carnage. A good fight was so hard to find, and often got his blood up, and he needed to relieve himself but business first. He lands with style and gusto, and heads toward the dragons, and says, f their demons are dead, "Well, that was a fun little scuffle, lets get the survivors rounded up, and put into the cells while I decide what to do with them."<br/><br/>He then goes up to both Rummsprig and Shyrath, running his hands along their bodies, and licking their eye ridges, making sure they are fine. He then gets the guards rounding up prisoners as well, and gathering the magic items, which are identified, and either thrown in the hoard room for storage, or given to the guards for use, but that is decided later.