SuqYou pick up snippets of your companions conversation enough to understand what's going on. The goblin smells bad, made worse by the smoking flesh around the wound you inflicted. It wears a patchwork of leather armor, some ill fitting. Over this he has a dirty and heavily stained tunic of an off white with a red fist painted on it pointed down. Other than his clothing and pitted short sword the goblin must have traveled light for this raid....or was just dirt poor for he has no coins or other valuables.
You do recall seeing the symbol somewhere before now that you see it up close. It is very similar to the banner stolen by the hobgoblin you missed earlier and escaped out of the front of the inn. But it you also recollect reading something about an invasion in this area some years ago, by an army and cult known as the Red Fist of Doom.
You see Soff'a head off around toward the front of the inn after being addressed by one of the inn's serving girls.
Soff'a and any that accompany him.How many of you go with him?
"Well met, Soffa. I am Yenmorn, this is Marril." indicating his bloodied partner. He listens to Soff'a quickly recount the events. "Marsh Laval ran into our patrol and sent us this way. We ran into a group of hobgoblins though, lost two good friends in that fight. From the sound of things though if your group hadn't been here there would be a lot more dead burning up in the Tankard."
"If your better then Yen at bandaging wounds, then you can have at it." Marril says pointing to his wounded head.