Draiss backwinged into the camp, and carefully stretched out his wings; two days of hard flying had not been kind to them. He nodded to the group, before helping dig out the last few piles of refuse the drake had kept in its lair. There was nothing in them, naturally, but he still had helped the group, and then cast mending and prestidigitation on the damaged items until they were repaired. Since none of them were of use to him, he let the party short out who got what.<br/><br/>He did check the elf to see if there was any way to identify them, not that he expected to, before rejoining the others. They would finish the sweep of the current area, before returning to where they had been ambushed and then sweeping that area. He didn't want to miss the troll's lair, or the dwarven fortress that was supposed to be in the area, because they moved too fast.