Standing over the freshly slain goblin, Dhalgren released one of his hands from the haft of his halberd to hang down at his side. The raw smell of goblin bile rising from the various slain corpses about the area had already begun to waft through the air in a sickening stench. Turning back to help Roan with the leader, he came about in time to see a bomb lobbed by Rissi explode right on the goblin leader, scattering a gory mist of chunks about. He watched as the blast partially enveloped Roan, scattering him with various shrapnel and gore, blowing him back off his feet. Wondering what the hell was in the ratfolks mind when she threw that bomb, he stood inactive for a few minutes not quite sure what to do. 

From the side, he heard the grating voice of the last remaining goblin shrieking something as it ran off. With a sigh of breath, he jogged up to stand next to the foxlady as she worked a crude bandage around the ranger fellow. He stood, not really able to contribute any more than what was already being done. He wasn't really listening to the noble fellow they just saved, instead his attention was toward Roan and his condition. 

“Nobody is, or knows a healer?” He asked no-one in particular, not sure what to do really. He stood quietly as the fox-lady addressed the rat-folk, asking fro some sort of healing elixir or something. He eyed the ratfolk suspiciously for a moment. “You sure you can help? Since this situation seems to be your fault.” He commented.