Show Stealer suspected they shouldn't have paid the guards in advance.
He knew it wouldn't have made any difference, really, but if he made it out of this he was going to at least want his money back.
“I really need to get my priorities straightened out.” He poked his head out from behind the meager cover the remains of the wagon offered. He could see some of the other members of the traveling company trying their best to escape, while a few stayed behind to cover for others.
The wagons and supplies were a lost cause at this point. The griffins had flown off as fast as they could, and he would have too, had he had the wings. Not many ponies would willingly face off against a half dozen dragons, even if they were relatively young ones.
As more ponies broke off to run, he saw his brother hiding under some bushes at the other end of the clearing. “Good,” he thought to himself. “He's safe for now, so I can work on my own getaway.”
As he stepped out from behind the wagon, though, he noticed that the largest of the dragons, who could generously be described as looking similar to a large pile of phlegm, started walking over to where his brother hid trembling. He stopped, pupils narrowing as his mouth dried up instantly.
Time seemed to slow down as he imagined what might happen if the dragon found his brother. Eyes narrowing, he lowered his horn and took aim at the ugly brute.
The blast he fired off barely affected the dragon, but it was enough to get it to turn around. Unfortunately for him, it also got it angry. His knees quivered as it roared, and he stumbled as he turned to run from its charge.