"William" is completely surprised, and has a big, dumb grin.

It seems there were others who recognized that something was amiss. Ambling forward on all fours, but then tripping up on her own tail and rolling forth like a wagon wheel until she lands unceremoniously on her belly spread-limbed in the space equidistant to the two groups, is that little dragon. She stands and despite her tiny size calls out, "Hey, buth-terth! You better'n't thtart no twubble and get gud people hurt or my momma' will kick all your buttth!"

It is a valiant effort, and completely adorable and not intimidating in the least. But she stands there, looking at each group in turn and says "Grr. Grr." [NOTE: She says "Grr," as compared to actually growling.]

While most of the crowd of onlookers coo and ahh, not realizing there was anything, but completely taken in by the tiny terror, Alandra sees that both of the gangs and all members therein - including "William" are looking on at the dragon and practically wetting themselves. That is when Alandra sees that the reaction is not actually for the dragon, but for what just walked up behind the dragon in obvious sign of show of support for the dragon. It is a walking wall of metal some 7' high, and something about the helm of this armored figure is scary as can be. the armor also appears to be a custom job of banded mail, as it had to be made to support a wearer of significantly larger proportions. It plants a guisarme's butt into the ground as if daring somebody to do something stupid.

The little dragon doesn't realize the massive man behind her backing her up. She only sees the two groups quailing at her dramatic might, and though she is an "alien" in that Alandra doesn't know from dragon expressions, she can't help but think that the little dragon looks pleased with herself while still trying to look scary.

One of "William's" people shout at the Horned Fangs and Alandra, little dragon, and big armored man alike, but with obvious worry and anxiety in their voice now, instead of a forceful challenge, “Us
Roadkeepers were here first, and we’ll be here last!”

Just then, the temperature of the summer day plummets and there is a darkening of the area despite no clouds in the sky. Indistinct and hazy, a glowing and transparent humanoid form appears as if viewed through a haze of murky water, In a booming voice that sounds like it’s gurgling out of the throat of a drowning man, the ghost cries out,

“NO! MY COVE! NO!”

Alandra, roll a Will save.