Arivel looks over the man, concluding the that fellow would live. His injuries were grave, but his condition was stable. Left to his own devices, he would heal up. Arivel putting the Healing Kit back in the Bag at his waist, and smiled at the Wizardess/Sorceress nearer to him.<br/><br/>"Your worthy comrade will live. Might be a while before he is ready to disagree with anymore Dragons, but then, most who do so don't get a second chance."<br/><br/>Arivel slipped the Sign of Lathander under his Tunic, where it rested with the others.<br/><br/>"So there is a Green Dragon dwelling to the not far from the city? You'd best inform the guard. Someone is going to have to slay the beast, or at least drive it off. "<br/><br/>Arivel kept his worries that none among the guards nor Liegeman swore to Princess Alusair were likely to be up to the challenge to himself. If that was true, Mercenaries were always a solution. In fact, if you didn't pay them till they were successful, they could even be quite cheap.