The half dragon awoke in town. Still a bit dizzy, he sat up to take in his surroundings. By the looks of things, the battle had been a bit harder fought than was expected.
"Sir, you're awake!" said one of the bandits.
The dragon gripped his head. He was still not one hundred percent yet.
"I take it we won... How did the battle go?"
"What do you mean WE?" the bandit retorted in an annoyed tone. "If you were here, we would not have lost so many men! But you were off fighting that sellsword."
The half dragon snapped back with a fanged scowl, causing the bandit to recoil. It did not mean the bandit was wrong, however. Without him, it must have been a tough battle for the bandit hoard. After an apology for his rudeness, the bandit continued.
"The villagers aren't to happy with us. Without the girl, it's just a random bandit raid to them. To make things worse, we don't have many men left. If Adela sends a counterattack, we won't stand a chance..."
The dragon sighed. That mercenary had done more damage than he probably knew. The only hope now was to gather reinforcements.
"Let me worry about that..." he started. "Send word out. This village will become a haven for those wronged by Adela. Soon, criminals from all around will flock here, and we will have an army all our own. We will not have to worry about the military."
The bandit nodded and left, leaving the dragon to rest and regain his strength.