The younger goat came floating out of the temporary pond where the tavern had been, soaking wet and standing on a peice of wood. He had gone into the building to try and help people, but the goblins inside had tried to fight him instead. Even as the place was burning down around them. 

He responded to Zeal's suggestion with a rather embarrased tone of voice. "Brother Malfeas... er, unsuccessful rescuer of tavern goers, at your service."