Krunsh straightens to his full height, red eyes gleaming.  "Dinner<em>and</em>a show!  You really know how to pick your servants, Atelia."  He suddenly whirls on the hobgoblins, shouting in Goblin.  "<em>Rorkol!</em>Whoever's on KP had best get the stewpot on!"<br/><br/>As the hobgoblins scramble to obey, he approaches the helpless Samantha, grinning as he kneels next to her.  "Very nice," he murmurs, running one claw lightly along the curve of her shoulder...though not enough to break the skin.  "What's your name, human?  You ought to know better than to attack us in our own home, you know...but we've ways of teaching you better."