Letting the healers work with those more badly wounded, Kyndal rubs her shoulder for a moment before going to check over one fo the fallen hobgoblins, picking up its javelin and setting it aside purposefully before kneeling to inspect it more thoroughly.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the help," she says to the black-cloaked stranger as they work.<br/><br/>(Search, 1d20+6=21)