Wounded Arishok
It's late evening when you head back to your home. Just outside your door you hear a tortured groan from the side alley, as you walk closer and peer around the corner you recognize a tall figure in the shadows, slumped against the wall. The large horns hardly help to radiate a friendly presence.
The figure growls and curses under its breath and seems to be holding its side.
As you get closer, you realize that it is the Arishok. Your eyes widen. Will you help him?