Fireblossom is flanked by a pair of annoyed-looking hobgoblins, garbed in breastplates, each holding a bastard sword and a heavy shield.  The duo stands in the distinctive and much-feared<em>stance of clarity</em>, almost eerily focused on the incoming paladin's movements.<br/><br/>"You sure, Lady Fireblossom?  The master likes human meat, I guess, but I never cared much for it myself."  "S'a bit tough in these parts, yeah, but she's<em>joking</em>, Margash."  "Oh.  Right.  Sorry."<br/><br/>(If now is the time to roll initiative, the hobgoblins have...5.)