Drajhan closed his eyes momentarily as a quick wave of pain from his cut flared up. Talking cats, getting smacked by some pretentious woman, and then being told his betrothed was here... not a great day. Oh, also the Gate was destroyed, which evidently was fairly important. 

When the dragonborn opened his eyes again, he noticed several of the others rummaging through the bodies of the dead. With a shrug, he pawed at the nearest soldier. He had a rather strong suspicion of who they were, snd the insignia he found in the soldier's coat pocket confirmed his fears.

"As I suspected," Drajhan called out. "These soldiers were minions from House Mirlandisnecht. Followers of the Fiend, and almost as far from home as I. Not to fear: Harriet and I have dealt with their kind before. With some luck, they will fall just as easily this time. Be on your guard, for they employ more devious tactics than the average soldier." He summoned his blade to his side and stepped closer to the group. "I suggest we keep our blades at the ready until we get away from this forest."

[hider=Roll][b]Investigation Check[/b]: 1d20 + 0 = [5] + 0 = 5. Evidently that's enough when you know what to look for.[/hider]