Uthlar had taken the hit, though stayed in place. He had licked the inside of his cheek to see if he drew any blood. He did not. Though Uthlar was visibly angry he spat out, " Then what? I doubt that a dragon would pass a free meal, especially to group like this! Even if you would somehow sneak in we would try to get this kid out, how do you know that someone's going to mess up?" 

His teeth bared at him, and despite his need to send a punch back, he didn't. He kept himself in order, as he knew that today of all days wasn't a fighting one. It was to save a kid from a dragon. Uthlar huffed and seemed to calm down, "...Where do you think would be a great place to go into that mountain?"