Montar reddens a little at Draylin's glance at his maui. "Ah, sorry. I'm not used ta hitting things other than metal and stone."

Draylin

With another big grin Draylin pats Montar on the shoulder.  "I jest, friend.  Your hammer fell in the name of justice.  Each goblin we neutralized carried a dozen arrows that will not slay a citizen of Greenest.  Gruesome work to be sure, but it was done well, and for good cause.  Besides, they didn't look much like the prisoner taking kind of raiders.  They came seeking blood.  They found it."  With a sheepish glance at the blood stain and hole in his shirt he added, "And most of it was theirs."

Tam pulls out a metal tube from her satchel and extends it before putting it up to her eye. She looks through the spyglass at the farm house to see what she can see.

[forgot I had a spyglass]

Looking through the spyglass, the mirage resolves into a solid farmhouse made of stone and timber with a thick thatched roof. Tam can see several smaller outbuildings around the main house: a well, a granary, a couple of wooden sheds, and a large barn. A chicken coop is built right against the barn wall, its inhabitants pecking at the dirt lazily.

Suddenly, a young girl appears from the barn, her arms full with what appears to be wool or firewood as she hurries across the yard. She looks around for a moment and disappears quickly into the main house.

"There was a girl. She went into the farmhouse. Carrying wool or firewood." 

[did she look scared? probably too far to tell]

From what Tam could tell, the girl didn't look scared.

"Seemed safe to me." Tam looks around for signs of horses.

There are no carts or horses in sight, but the barn looks too large for the ten sheep grazing in the pasture. Its two wide doors are shut tight, but the smaller side door from which the girl exited is slightly ajar. But the only way to know for sure what's inside is to check it out properly.

 Montar's brow furrows. "Perhaps we should split up? If yer goal is ta warn 'em, 'n we don't want Greenest ta go without that same warning', it'd be faster fer some o' us ta continue there."

Draylin 

Draylin listened to everything that was said.  He walked to Leosin, placing his hand gently on his brother's head, and leaned in until their foreheads touched.  A heartbeat passed, words unsaid yet still known passed from silent lips to ever so slightly pointed ears.  Draylin stood and turned away from the straightest route to Greenest to face the gathered escapees.

"This is not ideal, but I believe we must.  We will move with haste and meet you as quickly as possible.  The innocents must be warned. If you find a road we will meet you on it.  May the gods be with you."  

With that he nodded at Amadeus and took off at a run for the farmhouse.

Montar nods. "Good luck, laddie." He waits to everyone else is ready and moves off toward Greenest. [Survival check: 8; not improved if you were to allow for help.]

Thistlewick watches as Draylin makes their way to the farmhouse.  "Gods watch over him."   Turning, he shifts his shoulders to settle his pack and steps forward toward Greenest in the hope of time smiling on their journey.

Tam doesn’t like the idea of splitting up, but seeing as Draylin looks to be the only one headed to the farmhouse, she decides to go with him. 

Before Amadeus has a chance to speak, likely glib commentary on running with short legs, he watches the monk take off. With a sigh, he braces against his dull ache of a wound and follows suit - cursing lightly under his breath and regretting a lack of any athletics program in his schooling, though already the others are too well behind to hear. If all goes well, he ponders, we'll be reunited with horses in tow, and I'll be well on my way again before long. T'would be unsporting for my first contract to fall through so egregiously. 

This line of thinking holds him over several moments before another crosses his mind. His face drops, eyes burning and few words cross his lips in earnest. A prayer between him and whatever higher power might be listening: "Please. Keep and protect her. I'm on my way."

[Used Dash action to attempt to keep pace]

Leosin takes a few steps after his two companions, then stops and leans back on his crude cane, his battered face torn between worry and consideration. He studies Montar and Thistlewick for a few long moments before turning a full circle to look at the area. It is difficult to make out any trail or road. Tall grass sways like an endless ocean around the trio, each hill like a giant wave in that ocean. Apart from the farmstead, everything looks the same.

"I have a lot of respect for my brother," the monk finally speaks up, turning to watch Draylin, who is rushing towards the farm followed by Amadeus and Tam. "But it seems he's forgotten one of our teachings. Festina Lente. Make haste slowly. I can't blame him, though, for I too recently forgot it, and it got me captured and almost killed."

Leosin then nods at Tam's receding figure. "They say at times women have these gut feelings that save them trouble. I feel like this is one of those times. Besides knowing that Greenest lies to the north, I don't really know the fastest and safest route to it. Looking at you two, you don't seem to know it either. Let's not split up this group, friends. I understand the urgency, believe me, but we are no good to the town or our companions if we end up lost or find ourselves ambushed. If the information you discovered is correct... the raiders will already be on the move and our chance of encountering a scouting party is high. Those are odds we would be unwise to take in our condition, especially in the open like this."

With that, the monk gives Montar and Thistlewick a crooked smile and motions them to follow the other three. "Come. Let's follow that young woman's advice."

Draylin, Tam, and Amadeus are the first to get within fifty feet of the farm's fence. Scenting the strangers, some of the sheep bleat and move further away into the pasture. On one side of the farmhouse, laundry is left to dry on the line in the sun, alongside clusters of freshly washed wool. There is a small garden close to the main building, its beds full of maturing vegetables, and chickens peck around the yard. From this close, the three adventurers can see the shutters on all the barn's windows are closed, and there is only one open window in the house, the faint sound of voices drifting from it.

Draylin 

"Good, it looks like this farm has yet to be discovered by the raiders.  Should we call out?  It would not do to alarm them."

***perception: 12 focused on the voices***

Tam listens carefully to the voices. 
[total 20 perception]

The young Lord huffs and puffs, his lungs burning slightly as he finally gets a moment to stop. 

"Should we... approach... as a group? Or... hide... and let... one of us... talk to... whoever is in there?" He wheezes. "One stranger... would... bring less... suspicion... than three."

He pauses for a few moments, catching his breath, then continues. "And in any case, we don't know who is inside the house, do we? It could very well be a trap." Amadeus ponders this, before thoughtfully adding. "Eh, perhaps I'm too cautious. Life in a city, comfort and leisure - I find myself eager to jump at shadows. It might just be my paranoia getting the better of me."

He turns to the reporter. "What do you think, human? Errr, Tam, was it?"

Draylin and Tam listen for a bit, allowing Amadeus a moment to catch his breath. The clatter of plates and the rhythmic scrape of cutlery against wood drifts towards the adventurers. Three distinct female voices rise and fall, with one dominating the conversation while the other two interject with soft exclamations during the lulls. 

Near the open window, there is a loud gasp and the girl's voice suddenly rings out with youthful clarity: "Oh no! But how?"

While Draylin catches the thin, shaky quality of the primary speaker, Tam's (ironically) sharper ears pick up the specific, dry rasp of the words and the loud sniffing of someone emotional. The voice is fragile and catching in the speaker's throat, but the words the rogue catches are unmistakable:

"...didn't think anyone was coming..."  "...the one with the blade moved so fast..." "...prayed for them as we ran..."