Torak got a masterwork fullplate rather than the banded mail, which wiped out the entire bounty fund on its own, and Damien's spear took the loot, what little there had been, for it. The little dragon grumbled to himself, not impressed with this endeavor so far. Adventures were supposed to give shinies, not cost them. He curled up in his nest, before sleeping, not intending to move tomorrow except for food. The minions had the day off, because after that they were heading straight for the bandits, despite his preference to train a bit more. He was almost able to cast more powerful spells, but he didn't want to wait for those if someone else took over his territory.