Lukas gave the human woman a side glance before his red eyes darted around at all the debris that dropped down with them. "Hmm, found yourself in a spot of trouble Anevia? I thought you learned why it's a bad idea to stick your nose where it wasn't wanted, tends to leave you a bit bloody. Ah, Ms. Fashaen, I can whip a brace together quickly that will allow Mrs. Tirabade to hobble along under her own power, albeit slowly."
Without prompting the goblin took some lengths of wood and bound them around Anevia's leg, handing her a stick to bite onto before he suddenly tightened the ropes that forced her leg back into a straight position. Ignoring the hand she clamped onto his arm from the sudden spike of pain he completed the rig that would allow her to transfer the weight from the floor directly to her hip, bypassing the broken leg completely.
"There, problem solved...now what is this?" Lukas said, bending down to pick something up from behind Anevia. When he stood back up a large silver triangle was in his hand, bouncing it a few times before looking back up at the party.
"Dragon scale."