Image ponders the situation. She ought to be in enough of a working condition, all things considered, especially after that... however-long nap.

She chews on her bread and drinks her manky malt. "Scrawny kid with a dragon tattoo? Sounds like one or two mages I've come across, elsewhere." She puts five Copper Coins onto the bar for the server, recalling the scrappy slingers. "Any idea where he might be off to?"