Feeling fairly useless in the situation, Dhalgren felt somewhat gladdened that the noble lady from their party knew some sort of healing, and he watched idly as she muttered some sort of spell or prayer or whatever. Either way, it seemed to take affect and work, as the battered man seemed to be in somewhat a better condition, at least to Dhalgrens eyes. He was somewhat baffled at the words of the lady though, as she said her vision wasn't all that good. Which had him slightly perplexed as he was sure she used a ranged weapon. Dhaglren's attention was brought back to the man laying on the ground as he heard a rough groan escape from his lips. 

Seeing the man stand up Dhaglren was able to take a better look at him, as he gathered his weapon and belongings. Reminded that he was still a javelin short, Dhalgren turned slightly to look over to the direction he remembered throwing it last, before he was asked a question by the ranger fellow about if there was any goblins left. “Not in the immediate area, for now at least.” he replied.

He watched as he conversed with the foxlike person of the group, and he idly though on the price one could fetch for one of her tails on the market. Either way, he had a javelin to retrieve, so he walked slightly away from the group, looking for the thrown javelin amidst a pile of debris north of the last goblin he slayed.