Looking around the camp at the injured state of the group, Renolf let out an amused breath. Despite being ambushed by almost twice their number, and while asleep, the group managed to prevail. The rogue was indeed impressed, as the possibility of going down was indeed mighty; most of their number hovered not too far from death's door.<br/><br/>Still, they survived, and without anyone going down. It was a good first test of their mettle.<br/><br/>Sheathing his weapons and moving back to the clearing after making sure Seka would have no problem getting there on her own, he spoke aloud in a general fashion, "<strong>Anyone trained in first aid? Seka and Ceol could certainly use some attention,</strong>" he said, moving over to the remaining hobgoblins as he did so. In truth, Renolf looked like he use some aid as well, but the two warriors had received more wounds than he had.<br/><br/>Watching Ceol get out the rope, he added, "<strong>I can speak in Goblin, by the by.</strong>"