The hobgoblin speaks
No problems, great warrior I accept your apologies, So you come from Hothmalor, they are scum of the earth, they do this all the time as soon as are numbers grow to a decent size they send in a group of warriors to kill, all are males, even a few females

when you put your hands on the hilt of your sword the bugbear, quickly grabs his blade and put it's blade a few millimeters from your throat
Then the hobgoblin rests his hand on his sword which is longer than most swords, but a bit shorter than Yorick or Daiy swords

We only want to show that we are not going to sit and wait for us to get slain, If you wish to fight then you leave us to no choice
intimidate
(1d210+8)[10]
diplomacy
(1d20+10)[11]