Lyra listened as Martel spoke, nodding to show she understood. "Well, I'm Lyra. Not from a tribe or anything, but a wanderer, I guess." Lyra quirked her head, as if considering the snake-woman's words. "So trouble? What kind of trouble? I can't imagine that these hobgoblins are that big of a threat...thanks for helping with them, by the way. They could have easily outnumbered and overwhelmed us if you hadn't stepped in and helped." She gave another small laugh, smiling, before she turned to the druid.<br/><br/>"And it's wonderful to meet you, Aerynnel. And your wolf, Lakota too. I'm kind of hurt, but..." and here she clutched a bit at a her side, trying very hard to look as if she were hiding her wound, when in fact she was really just emphasizing it, "...if it's any trouble, don't worry about it. I can probably just give it a few days rest, and it should start to heal. No need to go to any trouble on my behalf. I'm just glad your friend didn't get hurt there. Those goblins seemed really interested in hurting the poor thing."