"Lady Talschornvox, howdy do and thank you. Very impressive. I'm working on trying to replicate such beauty. Honestly." Kevan says after the lovely woman lands.
Then he sees Lars start to work on the injured man and hurries over to watch. "This too is impressive. I'm getting good at breaking things but putting things back together astounds me. Can I help or would I just be in the way?"
Alden moves to each of the fallen, checking to see if any of them are still alive.
”One of the items I found in the last Shard empowers me against swarms, M’Lady,” Alden replies, tapping the clasp of his cloak, as he continues to render aid.
Once he has done what he can to save the others, he rises to his feet, and says. ”Gather around friends, and let the power of Erastil wash away your pain.”
”Perhaps, introductions are in order,” Alden says. ”May I introduce Lady Talschornvox, a good neighbor we met through the merging of our respective Shards.” He gestures towards the Dragon, giving her a respectful nod.
”I am Alden Cooperson, and I live to serve Erastil and all people who would live in peaceful community with one another.”
He turns to the others, giving them the opportunity to introduce themselves.
Watching Lars work, Kevan looks up at the man and says, "I'm Kevan, I'd shake, but your busy." Then he looks up and around "Kevan!" he shouts and goes back to watching Lars.
On the ground with bugs still crawling on him, biting and stinging Jaxom flails and fails again to brush them off.
Alden was too concerned with the condition of the fallen villagers to notice anything.
He likewise notices nothing in the Drafon’s tone or expression.
Milton manages to catch a glimpse of the dragon as it comes down and transforms. Wary of a green dragon he tries to remember what he knows of them. When he finishes stamping off the remaining ants he turns towards her and says "Thank you Lady Talschornvox. That gives us a break until more arrive. There is a whole hill of them off that way." He then points to toward their home. "My name is Milton McMurray. Please to meet all of you." He then heads over to Lars and asks "How are they? We have lost so many already."
Milton knows that green dragons are fierce creatures with a wide array of both natural and magical abilities. They can fly, breath acid, and have innate sorcerous abilities. They also become more powerful the older they get. What age and what powers this dragon may possess beyond that he cannot be sure.
Lars gets the man back to consciousness, but he didn't seem hopeful. He turned his head away, weeping in pain and grief.
Kevan notices a satchel next to one of the dead men and recognizes the leather as being alchemically treated. Putting two and two together, it was very likely part of an alchemist's kit or at least held some alchemical items.
The lady dips her chin slightly in greeting to the newcomers. "A very useful tool for you." she notes with a glance to Alden's clasp, "I would like to discuss these insects with you, and I have a proposal."
Alden nods. "A large nest of giant insects is a threat to everyone: your forest, our crops. They need to be exterminated as quickly as possible, M'Lady. It is in our mutual interest to work together to accomplish this."
Lars glanced over at Milton, making eye contact with the mage. He then looked back over at the newcomers, eyeing them to judge how much of a threat they were. Deciding that it was immaterial, as they were allied with a dragon. He knew his limits, and there was no scenario in which he would knowingly aggravate something so far beyond him.
”Lars.” He said, his voice rough and low. He pulled his armor to the side, showing the tattoo of Erastril to Alden. ”Any blessed of Old Deadeye is a friend of mine.” After a moment he added ”And we would hear this proposal.”
With the help of his friends Jaxom survives. He isn't sure that he's fully, mentally recovered.... but that is something for later thoughts.
"A large nest of the bugs? How many bugs are we talking? Big ones as well as the swarms? Anything besides ants? Is it possible to get close enough to scout them without getting attacked?"