He looks, wide-eyed, at the creature before him.
"You... guarded me while I was unconscious? Then... then I owe you my life, and a debt of gratitude."
Aras pauses, stooping to collect the pouch of coins, slipping it into his backpack with a somewhat awkward, backwards-twisting motion.
"I have agreed to keep these others company," The Hobgoblin gestures, as he speaks, to Phaed'yiin, Tsuru and Xasskorn, "but should you ever need my help, you have but to ask, and I will do anything within my power. Tell me, may I know your name... friend?"
"I...have been watching. You came... to this place... and slept. It was in... my alley. I sensed... you did it out of... exhaustion... and not bravery. I ate... two devil kin... who planned to... slay you. Be... more... careful."He reaches into his torso, and pulls out the severed hand of a tiefling holding one of Aras' change pouches. The hand is dropped at Aras' feet, and the clink of copper can be heard. Dolmen raises up. "I maybe... stuck here too. Too much... despair... in this place. I feel it tainting me... with every fight." He sighs, deeply. "You... remind me of someone. Someone... I used to know... He died."