A somewhat breathless Marcon turns back to Vanzaren with a confused look. "Val-ya-what now? What kind of intel were ya hop'n to get from this punk? Where Klarg ran off to? 'cause if'n ya still worried 'bout that, I wouldn't be so by much. Gobs in general aren't the brightest in the world, but even he'd be smart enuff not to trouble the area any further, or so I... I expect -- oh! Uh oh!" Without really waiting on another or explanation, Marcon drops his gob hammer, tries to run back to Sildar's side, and then begin fussing over the man to see the extent of any injuries.
Though he gives the whole sputtered rigamarole such as 'are you okay?' and 'where it hurt'n?', Marcon fails to pause for any answers unless Sildar or another gets insistent about his stopping for a moment.
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Vanzaren follows behind him. Listening to his increasing number of questions he finally speaks up. "Marcon, the man's been through quite a bit. Why don't you leave the healing to the cleric and let him alone for long enough to gather his thoughts?" The irritation in his voice brings out a slightly more rustic and less posh accent.
Marcon freezes up on the spot. Then after a bout of nervous chuckling, he backs away awkwardly scratching his head. "Ya got a point there, my friend. I just a -- I kinda get easily excitable 'bout this sorta thing. What, once the blood starts get really'n pump'n. Comes wit' all all... well, dis 'ere." He makes a sweeping up and down gesture to himself, and then cracks a wiry smile Vanzaren's way.
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Ronk shakes goblin gore off his fist, grumbling softly to himself "This is a lot messier than punching trees..." He starts the process of searching the corpses and cave chamber by starting with the crumbled, headless body at his feet.
(OOC: Vanzaren finds a pouch containing three gold teeth and 15 sp on Yeemik's corpse. The other goblin bodies carry nothing of value.)
The human who was spared by Vanzaren's feather fall approaches the young wizard and extends his hand: "Many thanks to you kind stranger, if not for your quick magic, surely my life would have found its conclusion. I don't know that this old body could have taken any more abuse at the hands of these...wicked creatures..." He cuts his eyes in Ronk's direction with his last comment. Clearly, he understands that Ronk is allied with his saviors and not the goblins, but he can scarcely conceal his disdain for Ronk's kind.
"I am Sildar Hallwinter, Quartermaster of the Griffon Cavalry of Waterdeep, and I can assure you that the Lords' Alliance will not soon forget your noble deeds of this day. Might I know your name friend, and perhaps those of your...traveling companions?" Again, the human gives pause as he glances around at the strange assortment of people who had come to his aid just in the nick of time.
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Rigel casts cure wounds on himself.
Cure wounds= 2
He then proceeds to move down the stairs towards Sildar to greet him with an outstretched hand,
"Rigel Foresyth, and happy to be of service. We were sent to investigate the missing shipments. We know Gundren has been taken North. But might you know of a map he was carrying? Does he still have it? "
Once he introduces himself Rigel takes a seat near one of the cooking fires. He motions for Sildar to take a seat.
OCC (if out he starts a fire, otherwise he just stokes it a bit. He now begins a long rest)
"This lot were right vicious compared to ones I'm used to deal'n with." Marcon moroosely remarks after laying eyes on one of the fallen goblins. He is soon to be shaken from grim thoughts upon Sildar's introduction. And for a while, the blood-covered young man could only stare in wide-eyed awe and shock at the elder gentlemen.
"I-I'm M-m-m-marcon, sir! Also, at your service, sir! S-sorry we couldn't be around sooner." Marcon grins sheepishly, and tried to work up the nerve to offer his own hand; only to shakily lower it again along with his gaze. "... W-wait? What ch'all on about now? What's dis 'bout a Gundren and a map?" He asked as he too joined anyone else by the cookfire. Whatever rations he has on hand he more than happily shares with Sildar. Though aside from the question and answering any directed at him, Marcon is fairly quiet but attentive for the remainder of the evening; except to offer taking first watch
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Vanzaren picks up the pouch and turns to Sildar. "Oh, it's no problem. Vanzaren Tanidoni, at your service" he gives the man a bow before shaking his hand. He starts pointing at members of the group, "The tall one's Garet, he's our resident healer. Marcon's the one who thinks using goblin corpses as clubs is a great idea. Rigel's already introduced herself, and the big hairy guy is Ronk. Don't worry too much about him though, we've trained him."
Ronk comes over, wiping a bit more gobbo goop off his hand before offering it to Sildar. "They didn't really train me. I was trained at the Temple of the Tranquil Serpent. It was fun." He looks to the others. "I found some bugs, but not really anything good. They were normal bugs, I think."
"I didn't fare much better, just a few silver and some gold teeth,"Vanzaren sets the pouch containing the money and teeth down for the rest of the party to see before sitting down and opening his pack to pull out his rations for the day. "I'll pass on the bugs though."
Sildar eyes the bugbear cautiously, and with a quick glance at the others as if to confirm that Ronk is indeed a friend, warily accepts his gore-drenched hand in his. "Well met...Ronk. Forgive my reluctance, I have never met one of your kind that was not trying to do me harm. The Tranquil Serpent, you say? Is this some sect of goblinoid worship? I can't say I've heard of it before...but I would be interested to learn more of this academy whereupon you acquired your...skills."
With introductions exchanged, Sildar joins Rigel and Marcon by the low-burning fire as the ranger stokes it back to life. He graciously accepts Marcon's offer of food, "My thanks, dear boy...never so fine doth a meal taste than the one enjoyed upon return from the brink of death. Please excuse my atrocious manners, I have not eaten anything in near three days!" He plunges voraciously into the assortment of hard tack, dried legumes and stale bread. With the first bite, his eyes close and his head rolls back as he experiences the sheer bliss of real nourishment. After a brief pause and sigh of relief, his shoulders go limp and his jaw begins to slowly oscillate back and forth as he savors not only his first meal in days, but the essence of life itself...
A few silent moments pass as each person focuses on their own individual needs. Some bandaged their wounds, others replenished their stomachs and the rest prepared camp, disposed of filthy goblin corpses or simply relaxed among friendly faces and kept a watchful eye. With hardly any words spoken, every member of the team naturally attuned to the needs of the situation at hand, and in little time, all the tasks of recovering from battle, striking camp and securing the area had been accomplished. As Marcon took up the watch by the tunnel entrance to the [now] cozy cavern, Sildar broke the silence with a sobering monologue:
"I met Gundren Rockseeker in Neverwinter. I was assigned to investigate the disappearance of a man named Iarno Albrek, a wizard and fellow member of the Lords' Alliance with whom we lost contact two months after his arrival in Phandalin. Seein' as we were both going the same direction, Gundren and I agreed to travel together and watch each others' backs along the bandit-ridden Triboar Trail. With map in hand, he was on his way to rendezvous with his two brothers, Tharden and Nundro in Phandalin before making their final push to what he believed was the long-lost entrance to 'Wave Echo Cave,' site of the legendary 'Phandelver's Pact.' According to Gundren, nearly 500 years ago a group of dwarfs and gnomes made an agreement to share the mineral wealth and great power of a magical mine. Shortly thereafter, a group of human spellcasters allied themselves with the dwarves and gnomes to channel and bind that magic into a great forge...'The Forge of Spells'...upon which items of untold power could be crafted. The nearby human town of Phandalin prospered for many years, but disaster struck when orcs swept through the North and laid waste to all in their path..."
Just then, the small logs of the small campfire shifted, sending a flare of orange embers into the air which illuminates the elder human's expression of grave sincerity as his story continues: "During our journey from Neverwinter to Phandalin, we were waylaid by a group of goblin raiders who brought us here. Between vicious beatings, I overhead their leader, a bugbear named Klarg, had been ordered to find Gundren and bring him before someone known as the ' Black Spider.' The dwarf had a map to what he believed was the entrance to 'Wave Echo Cave.' After we were brought here, it was ordered that Gundren and his map be taken to a place called 'Cragmaw Castle,' though I am afraid I don't know where that is. My hope was to escape captivity and make it to Phandalin in the hopes that someone there would be able to assist me in finding our lost contact, Iarno Albrek, who I hoped would aid me in rescuing the dwarf before the forces of evil could pry from him the location of this powerful place of magic..."
The fire begins to die low as Sildar gathers his cloak around him."My friends, I implore you to accompany me in safety at first light to Phandalin, whereupon we might discover the fate of the wizard, Iarno Albrek and furthermore stage the rescue of Gundren Rockseeker before he and his map can be delivered into the hands of yet unknown evil...for the price of 50 gold pieces, can I count on your assistance once more?"
Rigel nods his head slowly as he takes in all that Sildar has to say,
"I will gladly accompany you to Plandalin. We will locate Tharden and Nundro and proceed to Cragmaw Castle. Garret! Perhaps your pet rats will prove useful again. Why don't you see if they can give us a location on this castle?"
Ronk listens intently to Sildar's story. Unfortunately, as Sildar goes on, his attentive stare slackens, his nods slow and he soon appears to be drifting off. His head tilts down then suddenly snaps back up as he blinks in the firelight. "Hmm, help? I can help, yeah." He looks to the others questioningly, whispering a bit too loudly. "Does that much money sound right? I don't really... take a lot of jobs."
Vanzaren jumps up at Sildar's question. "Why, of course we'll escort you to Phandalin! To not do so would be both a shame on us, and a horrible, horrible crime against a man who we swore to bring his supplies to Phandalin safely,"Vanzaren emphasizes different parts of his speech with various flourishes of his dagger. "I suggest that we wake with the dawn and finish our journey to this town and find this, Iarno Albrek. We'll need all the allies we can get if we are to stage a rescue of Gundred!" He looks around his party, dagger pointed to the air.
Rigel nods in agreement then he calls out to Garet,
"Garet, If that little beastie isn't talking then I suggest you either dispatch it now or tie it up and put it with it's cousin in the other room. Whatever you decide, just get it out of here. I don't think our new companion here cares to spend another night in its presence. Marcon I accept your offer of first watch. Wake me and I'll take second."
With that Rigel stokes the fire one last time and lays down next to it.
OCC: Rigel is only pretending to doze. Should Garet turn the goblin loose without supervision, Rigel will have a reaction.
While the others are listening to Sildar's tale, Garet has separated Spit from the group partially for his protection but also to try to extract some useful information from him. Once the terrified goblin calms down, explains how to get to Cragmaw Castle from the cave. Drawing pictures in the dirt with a stick, Spit points out a location about 20 miles to the northeast in a seldom travelled section of the Neverwinter Wood. He explains that King Grol, the leader of their tribe of goblins (the "Cragmaw") is also a bugbear and twice as mean as Klarg. Spit explains that Klarg and any surviving goblins (including himself) will be in a lot of trouble with King Grol for losing the hideout.
After a while, Sildar looks around and realizes Garet is speaking to a living goblin. "Gadzooks, dear boy, do the vermin yet live?! I assume you were about to dispatch it into the harsh embrace of Maglubiyet, no? Why, this one was going to cook me for supper had you and your friends not come along! And their cook pot is only big enough for half a man, so what does that tell you, hmm? Here, let me show you the easiest way to separate the head from the shoulders such that the blood sprays away from you..."
Sildar has no weapons, but he eagerly motions to Garet as if to show him with his. Spit cries in panic and scurries into the furthest recess of the upper tier of the rocky chamber.
"Can we please stop threating the goblins when they might be able to tell us something important?" Vanzaren asks. "You're ruining my speech with those threats."
Ronk starts to draw his sword, as though about to offer it to Sildar, but Vanzaren's tone makes him slide the blade back into its sheath. "Maybe they know of a way in that's not guarded? Or how many are at the castle?" The bugbear shrugs, curling his legs under him and getting into a vaguely meditative pose and closes his eyes. "Or maybe not. Maybe they'll make stuff up if they think we'll let them go..." He starts a low muttering a rhythmic mantra to himself.
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A somewhat breathless Marcon turns back to Vanzaren with a confused look. "Val-ya-what now? What kind of intel were ya hop'n to get from this punk? Where Klarg ran off to? 'cause if'n ya still worried 'bout that, I wouldn't be so by much. Gobs in general aren't the brightest in the world, but even he'd be smart enuff not to trouble the area any further, or so I... I expect -- oh! Uh oh!" Without really waiting on another or explanation, Marcon drops his gob hammer, tries to run back to Sildar's side, and then begin fussing over the man to see the extent of any injuries.
Though he gives the whole sputtered rigamarole such as 'are you okay?' and 'where it hurt'n?', Marcon fails to pause for any answers unless Sildar or another gets insistent about his stopping for a moment.
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As Garet backs to 'visibility'
In Goblin: 'Small One! If you want to survive tell in common language every secret about this place'
Generally if no one stops Garet, he will free the goblin if he promise to take his kind and run away from this place
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Vanzaren follows behind him. Listening to his increasing number of questions he finally speaks up. "Marcon, the man's been through quite a bit. Why don't you leave the healing to the cleric and let him alone for long enough to gather his thoughts?" The irritation in his voice brings out a slightly more rustic and less posh accent.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Marcon freezes up on the spot. Then after a bout of nervous chuckling, he backs away awkwardly scratching his head. "Ya got a point there, my friend. I just a -- I kinda get easily excitable 'bout this sorta thing. What, once the blood starts get really'n pump'n. Comes wit' all all... well, dis 'ere." He makes a sweeping up and down gesture to himself, and then cracks a wiry smile Vanzaren's way.
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Ronk shakes goblin gore off his fist, grumbling softly to himself "This is a lot messier than punching trees..." He starts the process of searching the corpses and cave chamber by starting with the crumbled, headless body at his feet.
Investigation: 12
Vanzaren picks a few pieces of dirt off of his pants before going around on his own inspection of the caves and corpses.
Investigation: 12
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
(OOC: Vanzaren finds a pouch containing three gold teeth and 15 sp on Yeemik's corpse. The other goblin bodies carry nothing of value.)
The human who was spared by Vanzaren's feather fall approaches the young wizard and extends his hand: "Many thanks to you kind stranger, if not for your quick magic, surely my life would have found its conclusion. I don't know that this old body could have taken any more abuse at the hands of these...wicked creatures..." He cuts his eyes in Ronk's direction with his last comment. Clearly, he understands that Ronk is allied with his saviors and not the goblins, but he can scarcely conceal his disdain for Ronk's kind.
"I am Sildar Hallwinter, Quartermaster of the Griffon Cavalry of Waterdeep, and I can assure you that the Lords' Alliance will not soon forget your noble deeds of this day. Might I know your name friend, and perhaps those of your...traveling companions?" Again, the human gives pause as he glances around at the strange assortment of people who had come to his aid just in the nick of time.
Rigel casts cure wounds on himself.
Cure wounds= 2
He then proceeds to move down the stairs towards Sildar to greet him with an outstretched hand,
"Rigel Foresyth, and happy to be of service. We were sent to investigate the missing shipments. We know Gundren has been taken North. But might you know of a map he was carrying? Does he still have it? "
Once he introduces himself Rigel takes a seat near one of the cooking fires. He motions for Sildar to take a seat.
OCC (if out he starts a fire, otherwise he just stokes it a bit. He now begins a long rest)
**This Space for Rent**
"This lot were right vicious compared to ones I'm used to deal'n with." Marcon moroosely remarks after laying eyes on one of the fallen goblins. He is soon to be shaken from grim thoughts upon Sildar's introduction. And for a while, the blood-covered young man could only stare in wide-eyed awe and shock at the elder gentlemen.
"I-I'm M-m-m-marcon, sir! Also, at your service, sir! S-sorry we couldn't be around sooner." Marcon grins sheepishly, and tried to work up the nerve to offer his own hand; only to shakily lower it again along with his gaze. "... W-wait? What ch'all on about now? What's dis 'bout a Gundren and a map?" He asked as he too joined anyone else by the cookfire. Whatever rations he has on hand he more than happily shares with Sildar. Though aside from the question and answering any directed at him, Marcon is fairly quiet but attentive for the remainder of the evening; except to offer taking first watch
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Vanzaren picks up the pouch and turns to Sildar. "Oh, it's no problem. Vanzaren Tanidoni, at your service" he gives the man a bow before shaking his hand. He starts pointing at members of the group, "The tall one's Garet, he's our resident healer. Marcon's the one who thinks using goblin corpses as clubs is a great idea. Rigel's already introduced herself, and the big hairy guy is Ronk. Don't worry too much about him though, we've trained him."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Ronk comes over, wiping a bit more gobbo goop off his hand before offering it to Sildar. "They didn't really train me. I was trained at the Temple of the Tranquil Serpent. It was fun." He looks to the others. "I found some bugs, but not really anything good. They were normal bugs, I think."
"I didn't fare much better, just a few silver and some gold teeth," Vanzaren sets the pouch containing the money and teeth down for the rest of the party to see before sitting down and opening his pack to pull out his rations for the day. "I'll pass on the bugs though."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Sildar eyes the bugbear cautiously, and with a quick glance at the others as if to confirm that Ronk is indeed a friend, warily accepts his gore-drenched hand in his. "Well met...Ronk. Forgive my reluctance, I have never met one of your kind that was not trying to do me harm. The Tranquil Serpent, you say? Is this some sect of goblinoid worship? I can't say I've heard of it before...but I would be interested to learn more of this academy whereupon you acquired your...skills."
With introductions exchanged, Sildar joins Rigel and Marcon by the low-burning fire as the ranger stokes it back to life. He graciously accepts Marcon's offer of food, "My thanks, dear boy...never so fine doth a meal taste than the one enjoyed upon return from the brink of death. Please excuse my atrocious manners, I have not eaten anything in near three days!" He plunges voraciously into the assortment of hard tack, dried legumes and stale bread. With the first bite, his eyes close and his head rolls back as he experiences the sheer bliss of real nourishment. After a brief pause and sigh of relief, his shoulders go limp and his jaw begins to slowly oscillate back and forth as he savors not only his first meal in days, but the essence of life itself...
A few silent moments pass as each person focuses on their own individual needs. Some bandaged their wounds, others replenished their stomachs and the rest prepared camp, disposed of filthy goblin corpses or simply relaxed among friendly faces and kept a watchful eye. With hardly any words spoken, every member of the team naturally attuned to the needs of the situation at hand, and in little time, all the tasks of recovering from battle, striking camp and securing the area had been accomplished. As Marcon took up the watch by the tunnel entrance to the [now] cozy cavern, Sildar broke the silence with a sobering monologue:
"I met Gundren Rockseeker in Neverwinter. I was assigned to investigate the disappearance of a man named Iarno Albrek, a wizard and fellow member of the Lords' Alliance with whom we lost contact two months after his arrival in Phandalin. Seein' as we were both going the same direction, Gundren and I agreed to travel together and watch each others' backs along the bandit-ridden Triboar Trail. With map in hand, he was on his way to rendezvous with his two brothers, Tharden and Nundro in Phandalin before making their final push to what he believed was the long-lost entrance to 'Wave Echo Cave,' site of the legendary 'Phandelver's Pact.' According to Gundren, nearly 500 years ago a group of dwarfs and gnomes made an agreement to share the mineral wealth and great power of a magical mine. Shortly thereafter, a group of human spellcasters allied themselves with the dwarves and gnomes to channel and bind that magic into a great forge...'The Forge of Spells'...upon which items of untold power could be crafted. The nearby human town of Phandalin prospered for many years, but disaster struck when orcs swept through the North and laid waste to all in their path..."
Just then, the small logs of the small campfire shifted, sending a flare of orange embers into the air which illuminates the elder human's expression of grave sincerity as his story continues: "During our journey from Neverwinter to Phandalin, we were waylaid by a group of goblin raiders who brought us here. Between vicious beatings, I overhead their leader, a bugbear named Klarg, had been ordered to find Gundren and bring him before someone known as the ' Black Spider.' The dwarf had a map to what he believed was the entrance to 'Wave Echo Cave.' After we were brought here, it was ordered that Gundren and his map be taken to a place called 'Cragmaw Castle,' though I am afraid I don't know where that is. My hope was to escape captivity and make it to Phandalin in the hopes that someone there would be able to assist me in finding our lost contact, Iarno Albrek, who I hoped would aid me in rescuing the dwarf before the forces of evil could pry from him the location of this powerful place of magic..."
The fire begins to die low as Sildar gathers his cloak around him. "My friends, I implore you to accompany me in safety at first light to Phandalin, whereupon we might discover the fate of the wizard, Iarno Albrek and furthermore stage the rescue of Gundren Rockseeker before he and his map can be delivered into the hands of yet unknown evil...for the price of 50 gold pieces, can I count on your assistance once more?"
Rigel nods his head slowly as he takes in all that Sildar has to say,
"I will gladly accompany you to Plandalin. We will locate Tharden and Nundro and proceed to Cragmaw Castle. Garret! Perhaps your pet rats will prove useful again. Why don't you see if they can give us a location on this castle?"
**This Space for Rent**
Ronk listens intently to Sildar's story. Unfortunately, as Sildar goes on, his attentive stare slackens, his nods slow and he soon appears to be drifting off. His head tilts down then suddenly snaps back up as he blinks in the firelight. "Hmm, help? I can help, yeah." He looks to the others questioningly, whispering a bit too loudly. "Does that much money sound right? I don't really... take a lot of jobs."
Vanzaren jumps up at Sildar's question. "Why, of course we'll escort you to Phandalin! To not do so would be both a shame on us, and a horrible, horrible crime against a man who we swore to bring his supplies to Phandalin safely," Vanzaren emphasizes different parts of his speech with various flourishes of his dagger. "I suggest that we wake with the dawn and finish our journey to this town and find this, Iarno Albrek. We'll need all the allies we can get if we are to stage a rescue of Gundred!" He looks around his party, dagger pointed to the air.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Rigel nods in agreement then he calls out to Garet,
"Garet, If that little beastie isn't talking then I suggest you either dispatch it now or tie it up and put it with it's cousin in the other room. Whatever you decide, just get it out of here. I don't think our new companion here cares to spend another night in its presence. Marcon I accept your offer of first watch. Wake me and I'll take second."
With that Rigel stokes the fire one last time and lays down next to it.
OCC: Rigel is only pretending to doze. Should Garet turn the goblin loose without supervision, Rigel will have a reaction.
**This Space for Rent**
While the others are listening to Sildar's tale, Garet has separated Spit from the group partially for his protection but also to try to extract some useful information from him. Once the terrified goblin calms down, explains how to get to Cragmaw Castle from the cave. Drawing pictures in the dirt with a stick, Spit points out a location about 20 miles to the northeast in a seldom travelled section of the Neverwinter Wood. He explains that King Grol, the leader of their tribe of goblins (the "Cragmaw") is also a bugbear and twice as mean as Klarg. Spit explains that Klarg and any surviving goblins (including himself) will be in a lot of trouble with King Grol for losing the hideout.
After a while, Sildar looks around and realizes Garet is speaking to a living goblin. "Gadzooks, dear boy, do the vermin yet live?! I assume you were about to dispatch it into the harsh embrace of Maglubiyet, no? Why, this one was going to cook me for supper had you and your friends not come along! And their cook pot is only big enough for half a man, so what does that tell you, hmm? Here, let me show you the easiest way to separate the head from the shoulders such that the blood sprays away from you..."
Sildar has no weapons, but he eagerly motions to Garet as if to show him with his. Spit cries in panic and scurries into the furthest recess of the upper tier of the rocky chamber.
"Can we please stop threating the goblins when they might be able to tell us something important?" Vanzaren asks. "You're ruining my speech with those threats."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Ronk starts to draw his sword, as though about to offer it to Sildar, but Vanzaren's tone makes him slide the blade back into its sheath. "Maybe they know of a way in that's not guarded? Or how many are at the castle?" The bugbear shrugs, curling his legs under him and getting into a vaguely meditative pose and closes his eyes. "Or maybe not. Maybe they'll make stuff up if they think we'll let them go..." He starts a low muttering a rhythmic mantra to himself.