"Everything? That's quite the claim to make." Bariyan turned to look at Mar and grin, raising an eyebrow, but soon returned his attention to the spotted dragon. He flexed his fingers as he approached.

The dragon was still semi-conscious, and opened his eyes to look at them as they approached, flaring nostrils. Bariyan slowed his pace and tried to look as nonthreatening as a fully-armored, axe-wielding man could. He held up his hands. A light glow limned his palms, then vanished.

That done, he managed to get close without getting flamed to death, and took that as invitation to check out the dragon's wounds. There were some nasty tears in his wings, and the way he was lying on one side suggested an injured leg (or two).

Bariyan looked to Mar.

"You--" Bariyan paused and frowned. "What's your name? Anyway, keep watch for a moment -- I'll see what I can do about these injuries."