Quickly realizing the situation is... under some sort of control, nevermind it wasn't his, the dragonling exercise his discretion and left the creature to its meal, heading back to the stag lord fight to pitch in. It hadn't been going long, so hopefully it hadn't gone too badly.<br/><br/>He got to where he could see the fight, before putting a magic missile into the bandit lord, just to put him off his focus, and say he had helped with the fight.<br/><br/>magic missile 4 (2d4)