You approach a hobgoblin sitting cross legged in the shade while shouting orders at a group of hobgoblins sifting through the damage done by some recent battle or something on the north end of the Slums. A half-orc sits silently next to him in an incredibly awkward pose that only crudely mimics the hobgoblin.

"Boss, dis here guy wants talk to you. Make big deal of darkness."

He shoves you towards the other hobgoblin and quickly leaves before he can be given some other job he doesn't want.

"Well, Bennet, it looks like we're popular today! What can I do for you, little shiny kobold?"