Aroden watches Grathar ramble with a wry smile, noting, "Well mon amie, if their slipshod spears were anything to go by, their bows wouldn't be worth the scavenging. Well, then again..."
He rubs his shoulder where there had once been a goblin arrow, and shrugs, "Well, then again, maybe I need a drink, ah?"
Spoiler: OOCAroden's gonna head to the tavern