Bumble tried to regain composure, she'd clearly hurt the pride of the poor man. It wasn't his fault though, he was barking up the wrong tree. 

A study of Hobgoblin Biology, translated by Bumble Billowgrub

Hobgoblin females typically only go into heat once a year in fall, thought to originally ensure the survival of offspring through harsh winters on the mountains and foothills, it now serves as a means to ensure Hobgoblin population can be maintained despite its war oriented culture. In a society where both men and women are consided equal on the battlefield, it is a hard loss to the chieftain/warlord when 50% of your army becomes unable to fight for several months. As tough as this is for him he takes it on the chin knowing that despite having suffered, all hobgoblin tribes have suffered equally and more importantly, for the rest of the year he can depend on both men and women to fight where as the under-races could not. 

Unfortuntely for the soldier, it was just the wrong time of year. That said Bumble spends the right time of year avoiding men in the library basement doing her best to avoid rearing the children of a travelling Hobgoblin or crushing the pelvices of non-goblinoids. 

Bumble wanted him to continue though, besides breakfast, he was providing some pretty solid entertainment. She was about to open her mouth until the door swung open and a wounded dwarf was carried over by more soldiers. Despite being in quite a state he seemed in a stable enough condition to prop himself up by the bar. Bumble's suitor seemed slightly spooked by the apparence of his "peers".

“Let me pay for your meal, despite not getting what I wished for, my Lady, I am so terribly sorry but I am afraid that duty calls"

Time to vanish like the rogue you are to escape the law I presume? And I suspect paying for breakfast counts as hush money? Good bye, humourous mayfly of the morning, I shall sit at my window wishing to the stars for the day we might meet again.

A gold coin sat on the wood.

It was stolen, cut from the purse of a real nobleman obviously, nobody that walked round here would dare carry that much round with them. Not unless they were part of the royal guard or -

“I am Elias Nihmgor, Knight of Earroldir,”

Still pretending I see? Surely the squires would see such a pathetic disguise, I mean the real Elias would never... He would visit a place like this, in fact if you were ever looking for Sir Nihmgor this exactly the sort of place anyone in Earroldir would go looking for him, from what she'd heard. What the fuck was going on. Bumble didn't know what to make of all this. As she stared at the gold coin sat on the gnarled wooden table she tried to process the situation in her head. It would be impolite to accept the gold coin, it was way too much.

"Sir Nihmgor, this is too much, I can't possibly take it"