(Who is Killian holding? There are two conscious goblins, both in Feu’s grip. Another is knocked out. Another is “taken out,” which could mean different things.)
"Not yet." Feu begins to concentrate even more energy on their arms. "Tell us where this 'Klarg' is. Now." Feu stares at the goblin sharply, their eyes now looked strangely different to anyone looking closely at them, a fiery gaze that burned bright. One could almost mistake their eyes for those of a dragon.
”Destroy whatever weapons they have on them, bury the poor horses so the next travelers don’t get blocked, have the goblins march to the next town they find and apologize for being terrible creatures ambushing poor folks on this road!”
Rweni looks at Feu, Paren and Killian a moment. ”We could tie them up to a tree also, I suppose. But, after they bury the horses.”
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Feu looks intensely at the goblins, making sure to see if there's more that they know. "Answer truthfully, is there something you decided not to tell us?"
Rweni saunters up to the captured goblins and kneels down in front of them. She beams a smile brightly and in sweet voice, “They wouldn’t do such a thing, Killian. Because they know we’re going to kill Klaarg. And, if they are so scared that Klaarg will kill these two, then they should be doubly scared of what we’ll do should we run into them again.”
“We don’t know the way to the mine without Gundren,” Drundle comments. “And anyone who holding him captive could try to get the location out of him.”
The goblins wince at Feu’s question and Rweni’s threat. They shake their heads. “Told you everything! Klarg kill us if we go back. You go kill Klarg! We bury horses and go free! Yes!”
Drundle harrumphs at the notion of setting the goblins free but says nothing else.
Rweni takes notice of Drundles disapproval. “Do you have a better idea, Drundle? They are defeated, with no weapons. Would you feel better if we tied them up somewhere instead? I, personally, do not like that idea. Seems unfair.”
Rweni looks to everyone else. “Am I being too lenient for everyone’s taste? I am open to suggestions.”
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Paren goes to check on Dundren
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Drundle climbs out from hiding, the arrow still in his calf. “I’ll be fine,” he grunts as he marches wincing toward the goblins.
In Feu’s grip, the goblins squirm.
”The dwarf was sent away from the hideout!”
”Boss only kept the guard!”
”Boss knows where the dwarf went!”
”Ask boss! Let us go!”
(Who is Killian holding? There are two conscious goblins, both in Feu’s grip. Another is knocked out. Another is “taken out,” which could mean different things.)
(Paren, did you kill the goblin you hit or knock it out? I couldn’t tell from the phrasing.)
Let’s go for knock out
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Rweni turns to Drundle, “Are you alright, Drundle? That looks like a nasty wound!” She points to the arrow in his leg.
“Klarg is boss! Told us to bring him dwarves from this road! Didn’t tell us why!” one of the two conscious goblins cries.
Drundle grits his teeth. “I’m fine. I’d be better if these kidnappers were dead.”
"Not yet." Feu begins to concentrate even more energy on their arms. "Tell us where this 'Klarg' is. Now." Feu stares at the goblin sharply, their eyes now looked strangely different to anyone looking closely at them, a fiery gaze that burned bright. One could almost mistake their eyes for those of a dragon.
The goblins both point north. “Cave that way! Don’t make us go! Klarg kill us!”
The energy fades, but Feu still holds the goblin. "All right, what do you all want to do with them?" They say as they look to rest of the party.
”Destroy whatever weapons they have on them, bury the poor horses so the next travelers don’t get blocked, have the goblins march to the next town they find and apologize for being terrible creatures ambushing poor folks on this road!”
Rweni looks at Feu, Paren and Killian a moment. ”We could tie them up to a tree also, I suppose. But, after they bury the horses.”
"Agreed. with destroy their weapons, have them bury the horses"
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Feu looks intensely at the goblins, making sure to see if there's more that they know. "Answer truthfully, is there something you decided not to tell us?"
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Rweni saunters up to the captured goblins and kneels down in front of them. She beams a smile brightly and in sweet voice, “They wouldn’t do such a thing, Killian. Because they know we’re going to kill Klaarg. And, if they are so scared that Klaarg will kill these two, then they should be doubly scared of what we’ll do should we run into them again.”
"So, do we want to go to the goblin camp or continue on to the mine?"
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“We don’t know the way to the mine without Gundren,” Drundle comments. “And anyone who holding him captive could try to get the location out of him.”
The goblins wince at Feu’s question and Rweni’s threat. They shake their heads. “Told you everything! Klarg kill us if we go back. You go kill Klarg! We bury horses and go free! Yes!”
Drundle harrumphs at the notion of setting the goblins free but says nothing else.
Rweni takes notice of Drundles disapproval. “Do you have a better idea, Drundle? They are defeated, with no weapons. Would you feel better if we tied them up somewhere instead? I, personally, do not like that idea. Seems unfair.”
Rweni looks to everyone else. “Am I being too lenient for everyone’s taste? I am open to suggestions.”