Recovering from his thrust, Dhalgren stepped back slowly from the corpse of the now dead goblin. Shaking the halberd blade slightly to rid it of gore, he turned back to the others, his eyes scanning the area still taking in the mayhem of the surrounding area. The screeching and clamoring of the background din, along with the guttural song of the goblins grated on his ears. it was a moment before he realized someone else had come along nearby the others of the party.
He found his gaze settling on a particular rat folk bearing a vestment of odd gear and vials. He wasn't quite sure what they were all for, but figured he'd surely find out later. As he approached the group it didn't take long for his curiosity to be sated, as the person spoke to address that they were a street alchemist. Dhalgren himself had very little exposure to alchemy or the like, so was rather wary of it. "Looking at how things are going here, looks like we could use the help." He commented.