Draiss started to respond, but he twitched, and his wounds suddenly screamed in his mind. He yelped, and dropped, his leg wound 'suddenly' widening as he stepped forward toward the orcish cleric. He looks at the group, and says, yanking the arrow in his arm out with another yelp, "Yes, well, magic ACKK is about using a sledgehammer to break a walnut. Now, if someone happens to have a healing spell handy, I would be most appreciative. Because I am in need of MEDICAL ATTENTION!<br/><br/>And sorry about the damage to the landscape, that many enemies together where begging for a fireball."<br/><br/>He panted, waiting for his healing, as he pulled the second and last arrow from his shoulder, nearly blacking out from the return of pain, and said, "Silk, I need to get silk robes."<br/><br/>He waited for the pain to subside and said, "And we can either turn the hobgoblin over to the locals, or question him, kill him, and deal with the real problem ourselves. Your choice."