"Errrrgh!" Thistle scratched at his scalp, silvery hair lightly matted with blood, beyond frustrated with that pesky group of adventurers interfering with his plans. First it was making his red dragon take a weird, inconvenient, human-y form, and now they kept going deeper and causing an even bigger fuss!? The small male elf was so deep in his thoughts that he barely even noticed you there, and jumped when he, eventually, does, narrowing his eyes at you, "...What is it?”