[i]"Boy? I mean, I know I got a bit of a baby face, but I don't think I look [b]that[/b] young-"[/i] Quincy shook away the thought, brushing away such distractions for the time being. Instead, as the kid brushed past him to join in on the dragon cuddle puddle (which, indeed, looked tons of fun), Quincy opted on taking the boy's place in the brush. "Now, what were you two doing over here...?" He mumbled, examining the crushed bushes, and broken branches. Deep scratches in a nearby tree would have him believe that the two might taken some solace in the canopy. 

A quick scramble up the trunk, and Quincy came to rest on a particularly sturdy branch. He gave a brief glance down, and could still put eyes on dragons frolicking around. [i]"So what were you doing out here...?"[/i] He thought of the mystery rider, eyes wandering about the place. Then, something caught his eye. Just beyond the leaves, he could notice the faint flicker of a fire. [i]"Did this guy come with others?"[/i] Pushing through the leaves, he could list better details of the scene. A suit of armor resting against a Black Knight, a covered individual ready to leave the area, a tailless Whiptail near his pipe-smoking rider. Quincy's eyes widened in alert. 

[i]"This guy wasn't watching his group, he was watching OURS!"[/i] He leaped from the tree with such a revelation. "Playtime's over, kiddo!" He snatched the guy out of the dragonpile, shoving him up against a tree trunk. "You spying on us, son? Who sent you?" He interrogated through gritted teeth before calling out towards the campsite. "HEY GUYS! SARGE! WE'S GOT A SPY OVER HERE!" Quincy yelled.