Tibor let out a loud huff, the tiefling's antics amusing but seeming ultimately pointless. While there was a chance that the batiri might give them some information in exchange for its life, it seemed to the tortle unlikely. However, the longer they stood around debating what to do, the more likely they were to find their employer dead.

"[color=007236]Move,[/color]" he would simply say, walking over to the small creature. It was stabilized at this point, likely to awaken on its own in an hour or so. Unfortunately, Tibor was without any proper tools to actually treat its wounds, and he was loath to expend his small supply of magic for the day on the task. Instead, he would use his claws to tear the creature's own clothing into bandages, using the strips of cloth to try and bind its wounds before splashing some water onto its face to try and bring it around.

(Medicine check to wake up goblin: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21250]19[/url])