You race ahead of the adults in an effort to catch the children before they reach the marshes. As you approach the area where the drake was spotted, you can see the group of youngsters just now making it to the drake as well. They haven't yet started their attack, but will within moments.
The crowd is mostly teenage boys and girls ranging from 14 to 17, but some children as young as 8 are with them. All are armed with pitchforks, shovels, rakes, and clubs. They are agitated and angry and heedless of danger in their fervor to attack the creature.
The warwing drake languishes in the marsh, scratching ineffectually at its head. With great effort, the creature speaks a few pleading words in a language none of you understand.