Myar looked the dragon over for a moment and clapped his hands together. "Right, dragon'll be dead soon. Someone want to chop its head off so it has a less painful death and we can bring the skull back to the king as proof of our victory? I'll get the treasure resecured...where are the horses? Ugh, times like this I wish I had telekinetic something. No helping it, we'll have to split it up enough to carry it ourselves." He walked over to the fallen chest, his belt pouches flying open in response to his intentions.