While the maga investigates the jewel Arnau moves slowly to the wyrm and studies him. He also keeps eyeing him just in case he rears up his head. He does not trust anything that wounds his men.
His joints hurt from the parching salt attack, and he grimaces but seems to remember something about such drakes...
In the meantime his men are being attended by the local women. He is the last one to be attended while he thinks on the wyrm. Maybe one of the magus wants a new familiar? He is certainly tame right now.
Drinking water, having the salt removed from their skin cleaned with fresh water, and the lacerations tended seems to improve the status of the men, and all of them are stabilized. They will need rest and frequent baths in oils to recover the flexibility of their skins, but they will live to see another day. Arnau talks with them and congratulates them for their well done job. Bringing down a drake is much more than what they were expecting on this routine visit, and were ill equipped to do it. Their performance was commendable and he will make sure they are justly rewarded.
Just to test a theory of his, he asks for a bucket of fresh water ans throws its content on one of the salt wyrm's paws to see how it reacts to the contact.