The group is actually quite intelligent, and prepared; they'd split into four cells of three men each, spaced far enough apart to avoid more than one or two cells being caught in a fireball or similar effect, at the same time. At the sight of the wizard presenting himself so openly, most of them stop dead, though one readies a throwing axe, only for the dragonspawn to stop him, a clawed hand forcefully gripping his arm. "You. You're here. We'd heard you'd left the Vale. We don't want to cross the new High Wyrmlord," the red says, bowing his head, almost respectfully, though clearly out of fear, towards Draiss.