Stallock mutters, "We never heard 'Dolf' say anything, I've no idea of his voice, but....I have another idea."   

Stallock looks closely at Dolf and then waves his hands in a quick motion and mutters a few arcane words, and then a wave of magic travels down his body, erasing the image of Stallock and his gear, and replacing it with the image of Dolf, including the scimitar.  He picks up the lantern and walks back, around the corner for a moment.  You see him shift his lantern to the same hand as his sword, a bit awkwardly, and then he gives a seriously face and a thumbs up.  Then he turns and walks back to the group. 

When he gets back the image of Dolf vanishes and Stallock looks like himself once again. He whispers,  "I think they bought it."

(Reminder, Sleep spell only lasts 1 minute.)

Sistri moves forward, trying to be as quiet as she can.  "Let's grab his things and move him somewhere more hidden. Does someone have some way to tie him up?" she asks. "I suppose I have some rope in my pack," she adds. 

"You can take my rope too." The spectacle Stallock put out distracted Irmiel for a moment, but she was back to business immediately (Osrik continued to monitor the surroundings). The rope was given to Sistri, and the weapon and lantern (if Stallock put them down) were picked up. All that was needed was a better hiding spot.

Dragging their new prisoner and his gear, the group moves back a ways from their position, into another dark building, this one with a partially caved in basement that should dampen any sounds well enough.  Llwyd meanwhile begins working the rope into some firm knots. (Llwyd, make a survival check.)

Does anyone do anything else before Dolf wakes up?  What's the plan once he awakens? 

The satyr held his breath as the elf released her spell, fearing above all else that the Shadovar would notice the presence of mystic arts and alert the rest of his group. Instead, and fortunately, the wizard’s spell hit its mark. His fall being avoided by Stallock fast reaction, but his weapons hitting the ground. Damn it, the druid thought while, like the others, he approached the now named Dolf.

The guide uses a spell to take the form of the prisoner while Sistri and Irmiel offered hope to tie the man. Llwyd whispered a brief prayer to Silvanus, asking for the Oak Father’s guidance while closing his hands. Considering there was no reaction to the cast of Sleep, his more rudimentary magic should go unnoticed to the hostile eyes.

“Help me here.” He asked to one in particular while starting to work on the hope. “Do you guys think we have time to get him far enough so his friends don’t hear if he tries to shout again?” How far would they even need to move to accomplish that? “If not, that would be a really good moment to think on that attack plan.”

His words were hurried and he could not help but question why no one ever thought to create a cantrip to magically tie subdued creatures. Shouldn’t be anything much different from Thorny Whip.

Notes: Assuming someone gives Llwyd the requested assistance and rolling with advantage.

Survival Check: 20
Guidance: 2

Sistri offers her help to Llwyd, stopping moving the man while she assists with tying him up.  "Is there a place further inside that might be hidden.  If we could get deeper inside and around a wall or two?" 

Urged by Sistri and Llwyd, Stallock nods and helps to heft Dolf further away.  The group moves all the way back through the ruins and into original passage.  Well out of shouting distance, the group settles down with their now awake, and bound prisoner.  His eyes snap open and bulge as he looks around and attempts to struggle against the bonds...but fruitlessly so as they're done up superbly by Llwyd. With his mouth gagged he makes some gurgled shouting sounds for a few moments and then finally settles into his situation as his eyes bounce from person to person. 

Speaking softly, Sistri addresses the man. "Do you understand Common?"  If he gives any indication he does, she continues. "We just want some information from you. Help us out and we'll see you leave unharmed." (Persuasion: 17, if has to be Intimidation then -3)

Sistri talks to the man. His nostrils flare but his eyes tell her that he understands.  His responds to her offer with a muffled grunting that seems full of anger, but also some level of capitulation. It's tough to say, but, she thinks she may have gotten him to cooperate. 

Sistri glances to the others, both to ensure they agree with her course of action and that they are prepared should he prove uncooperative.  "Ready to remove the gag?" she asks softly.

"Do it." Irmiel whispered a few words and a spectral, floating hand appeared above the man's head. "Just in case he was not thoroughly convinced," explained she the spell.

(Mage Hand is supposed to cover his mouth should the man scream)

"Yield, cur!  Speak, or suffer the consequence!" Kris hisses theatrically, brandishing her rapier and pointing it at the man, but from several feet away.  The gesture is more histrionics than anything.  Kris doesn't actually intend to impale the man.  At least, not intentionally.  Playing the brigand could be fun, at times.  She smiles.  "Begging your pardon, good sir, but we had so hoped you would indulge us and answer just a few questions?  As our capable associate here has stated, we've no plans to harm you in any way if you just cooperate for a few moments."

Llwyd does a good job of searching the man. To her distress she finds nothing on him except his ragged clothes, his belt, the sword and lantern that had already been taken from him, his torn shirt, and a good number of fleas about his hairy body. 

With agreement from the group, and a spectral hand floating over the man's head...Sistri removes the gag, allowing Kris to perform her theatrics. The man watches the point of the blade waver in front of him, his eyes going crossed as he focus' on the point. 

"Oy. Yeah yeah....dunna hurt me t'all. I git ya'll sum answers fer sure. Me not dumb, he getz it he does." 

Trying to be not too obvious with her doubts about man's intelligence, Irmiel asked first question: "What are you digging for over there?" The next urgent question in her mind was "who are you so wary about?" but that could wait.

"Uhhhhh. We diggin fer part a ol'city that none yet found about."

"I presume you haven't found anything yet?" Sistri asks.  She allows Kris' theatrical display to suffice but holds her longsword close at hand should the man try anything. "How did you end up working for the shadovar anyhow?"

The mans eyes bulge wide with disbelief at Sistri's words, and then his face, looking scarily crazy, breaks into a crazed but brief laugh, "BAHA..HAHA....HAAHHA...you so funny girl!!  The pale skinned un does da queens biddin now.  I dun think Shado'whassits er happy ta have got 'ere."

Sistri looks a little confused at the man's reaction. "You work for the woman? And the shadovar serves her as well?"  She pauses a moment, "I apologize, should I have known who this queen is?" 

The man's mouth opens agape, in surprise, then an ugly grin affixes to his face, "You no kno queen? Ha. Ha. Ya'll come ta wrong place....yu will serve queen soon too. All do."   The man's awkward, nasally high pitched laughs are becoming more than a bit annoying.

"Shadovar really want those things, manipulating people all over the continent!" Irmiel sounded almost admirably. "But they stretch themselves thin doing it all in one time." She looked at the man and asked the question they probably had to start with. "Who are you? As people?" Followed by "Where is this place?" and the one she planned from the start: "Who are you afraid of here? Why are you on alert?"