Draco looked over at Damien and sighed. "No we aren't going to kill you. If we were you would be dead by now." He stood up and walked over to them. "Sorry bout the wound mate. Let me fix it for ya. It may be a little gros but it works." He spat a silvery blue spit into his hand and rubbed it over Connors wound. It healed instantly, leaving a pink scar. He stepped back and wiped his hand on his jeans. "You can wipe the spit off now that its healed." He put his hands in his pockets and looked at the hunters carefully.
"How was it that you didnt know that dragon scales are nearly impossible to penetrate? They're harder than diamonds and titanium mixed together." Ikness padded forward and sat by Connor, keeping a wary eye on Damien. "Sorry if i scared you man." She said to him. "My name's Inkness by the way." She narrowed her gaze at Damien. "Why did you shoot me with a damned cyanide arrow? It was uncalled for and I still feel nauseous from it." Draco watched her with an amused look on his face.
"I'm Draco. Who are you? Besides trigger happy Hunters that like to tie people up i mean?" He grinned. This day wasnt so bad after all. He hoped the Hunters would accept his apology and be done with it. He really didn't need them to hold a grudge against him. He unsheathed his katana and inspected it as he waited for Connor and Damien to reply.