The dinosaurs had been one of the things Draelin had been curious about when it came to the people of Chult - he'd heard that they had big creatures like this tamed, and had heard the general description of a triceratops (as described by a man who talked to someone who'd seen one, and who had been heavily drunk on both occasions) and he'd wanted to see one, but this wasn't the way he planned on it happening. He might not have had the most heroic life, and his motivations for coming here may be rooted in gold and glory, but he still wasn't going to sit by and watch kids get crushed. At least he was quick. As he dashed out into the street towards the nearest child, he hoped that was enough. Crushed minutes after leaving port was not how he intended his time on Chult to end.