"Then I shall do my part and not complain about it," Rebat said. "I, as a good leader of the kobold legion, could not in good conscience waylay a kobold cleric to heal my own wounds, when so many of those under me require more pressing medical attention." His mangled tail curled inwards as he gazed out to the water, rubbing his throat. "After a few months, all pains will recede of their own accord. I suppose I've just . . . forgotten they were there." The ferry slowly bumped up on shore, and Rebat hobbled off, with a helping hand from the ferrymaster. "I know not how you dracons handle things, but in some small way, perhaps I have grown proud of my injuries. In my heart I sing for every piece I give of myself to my people and my emperor. I think the two of us are not so different in that respect, yes?"