Finished with his goblin, Dhalgren turned his head to face the warchanter, readying himself to move in and finish him off. As he steadied his grip on his halberd, he watched as a arrow seemingly flew out of nowhere disrupting whatever spell the large goblin had begun to prepare. Only moments afterwards, Dhalgren's eyes followed the arc of a small vial as it broke upon contact with the warchanter, spewing a deadly caustic acid. It wasn't long till the goblin was reduced to a sickly corpse laying on the ground, and Dhalgren averted his eyes at the horrid bubbly sight.
It was then that he could feel the throbbing pain in his leg, and he crouched down to look at the wound a little closer. Dhalgren could still hear the background din of the goblin attack, but he could suddenly hear the sound of rushing feet moving toward the group. Standing up again leaning idly on his halberd, he watched as a man approach the group, robes flapping as he moved along. Dhalgren recognized him as one of the figures giving speeches earlier, but didn't recall his name.
He listened silently as the man thanked the group, and then felt the warm bath of healing about his body, sending the pain in his leg away. As the feeling wore off, he felt a little tingly, but otherwise much better. Having any questions already asked by the newest member of their hastily formed group, he opted to remain silent, keeping an eye on the background chaos going on about the town.