Draiss shrugged, knowing the feeling, that they were young, immortal, and would always beat the odds. And that feeling would be tough for them to break, at least without someone dying. When he felt the hobogoblins ahead, he mentally cursed. He had already shown too much foresight when it came to ambushes, and the rest of the party did not seem to be paying attention. He maneuvered himself to the front, knowing he would be able to survive the first wave of attacks, without making it seem too miraculous. But it was still going to hurt...