...Well at least he'll be a loyal weirdo.
Eat the arm, command him to call for help, lure more victims to me.
Well, you're still hungry even after eating the arm, so you command your follower to lure more victims to you. [3] He calls for help, bleeding badly, and eventually a couple peasants are lured to you.
"I am Jeff, dragon of life. I seek those injured in foolish wars, or those sickened by cruel plagues, so that I may heal them. I desire only positive relations with the human species."
[2] The adventurers as a whole don't seem to trust your words, and the wizard especially seems eager to not be so close to your humongous self. [+1] Their leader, after some visible hesitance, decides to ask you for proof, and to hear of how you first learned of your healing.
Fuerom rests some more, being careful to remain vigilant for any would be thieves. He reminds himself that soon all of the Treasure in the Lakeside Village will be his. Probably.
[6] Ah, rest. It's very lovely, dreaming about all that treasure and getting your sweet, sweet revenge against the thieves that deserve to be drowned for your troubles. Zzz...
Might as well continue digging, whats small for me is probably massive for everything else...
Whilst digging, adventurers show up, and an early volley of arrows are loosed once they set sight upon your terrible visage. [3] Most of their attacks go wide, the nighttime environment causing some natural concealment.