Ulro glances at Joachim's outstretched arm, wondering how to respond, but in the end decides to do nothing.
Nodding in agreement, he moves forward as the door to the Grand Hall opens once again, directing you out in the wake of your Hobgoblin guide.
The Hobgoblin leads you back to his desk, where one of his brethren seems to have taken a liking to Lorem's bow. Testing its weight and pull, looking down the sights, the Hobgoblin flexes his fingers around the grip.
His commander's loud footsteps, however, startle him, and he quickly returns the bow to its place in the weapon pile.
"Your weapons, undamaged," the Hobgoblin grunts, pointing to the piled steel.
"I hope your meeting went well, friends."