[Funkduder]

Tauge Heridon
An explosion startled Tuage as he flashed a look around. Grabbing his bow, he nocked an arrow and pulled back, increasing the tension on the string. Were an enemy to attack, now would have been the best chance...but no one attacked. Tauge relaxed his aim, releasing the tension. Looking towards the mountain, the orb, he had been searching for, had disappeared.
Curse my compassion. Is this one really worth the trouble?
Tauge looked at the hybrid, laying on the grass, stomach up since his back was now bandaged. The half-dragon's wounds were healing up nicely. However, the body was cold; not dead cold, but it was colder than it should have been, indicating hypothermia?
Perhaps he was in the water for a large amount of time.
He concluded that he would need to gain some body heat, if he wanted to survive, so he took off his lab coat, and used it to give the injured man an extra layer of warmth, calculating the danger of starting a fire versus it's necessity.
Tauge looked towards the mountain, tracking the river where he saw him. It was a few miles from the mountain to camp, so he could have been floating for around mile's worth of the average speed of the current. Without knowledge of the area, there were enough possibilities to consider any tragedy or accident, for that matter. With the aura that the ball was giving off, it was more likely to be the earlier conclusion.
But looking closer to the camp, he found that someone was climbing out of the water.
A companion of his, or a foe...
Tauge waited to see his next course of action: the traveler walked towards the camp, as a vague form moved away from him. It wasn't midday but at least that person should have bee identifiable.
Not normal, and likewise not trustworthy.
Tauge pulled back again. Resuming his aim, Tauge pointed at the newcomer, motioning him to step no further, unless he wanted an arrow to the head.
"I've had little trouble with the thieves a few miles behind me. Would you like to join them?"