The hobgoblin levers himself to his feet with a wince of pain that he can't quite hide. He can't stand completely straight after the number Auran and Vaeri did on his legs, but he keeps his head up and refuses to let you see any more weakness in him than is absolutely necessary. "I take it you're going to drag me to the spellscale's hideout and torture more information out of me, is that it?" he sneers.