as you walked through the village, you heard..crossbow shooting. investigating the noise you see, a Dragonling, wounded on the shoulder, pulling an arrow out. his clothes are stained with dirt, his wings drooped on his back.

he pants, stressed out and pained, seemingly tired from running, as bounty Hunters are just outside the cave you found him in. "Ack!" he flinches as he pulls the arrow out of his shoulder.. "....will i...ever...get some damm peace..." he mumbles tiredly