Scrambling forward Sharloon growled harshly at the goblins, "Greetings, betrayers.  I am Sharloon." 

With a sharp inhale he then cut loose with his ancestral lightning blast at Lieutenant #2 and Goblin #3.   9 dmg 

OOC:  If either of the two are still standing Sharloon will use his bonus action to melee kick Attack: 23 Damage: 4  

Apologies.  Forgot about no bonus after breath weapon. 

After making his way down the grease hole, Zee heads to the entrance of the make shift dog kennel and prepares his casting of Toll the dead for when Yeemik runs past. (DC13 WIS save)

With the goblins on the run, Jeb assists Sildar from the pool and on to dry land. Once there he quickly casts Prestidigitation to dry both of their clothes.

Once Sildar is situated, Jeb moves to follow the fleeing goblins down the tunnel at a cautious distance.

The arrow struck him near his right shoulder, missing his throat by just a few inches. It hurt, it hurt badly. The pain almost overwhelmed him and Arikon had to call on all his strength to stay on his feet. The young man cursed as he grabbed the shaft and yanked it from his flesh. The arrow left a bleeding wound that would require some attention as soon as they were safe. Enraged he hurled another Eldritch Blast after the retreating goblins. Attack: 18 Damage: 5

After that Arikon approached Sildar and began to free him from his bindings. "Are you alright? I hope these creatures didn't hurt you too badly.", he said.

 With Zee having disappeared and several of the group either injured or tending to the fallen, Sharloon moved to the rock section between to the two paths. 

Spinning his staff with a whirl the dragonborn holds at the junction to guard the room as best he can.  "Is everyone ok?"

Having assured himself that the goblins have been driven from the cave, Jeb jogs back to the main group in the pool room.

Once there he moves to ensure that Sildar is well enough and John from his arrow wound that Jeb had caught fron his perepheral vision.

After doing so, Jeb would see about his own wound from Yemik's ambitious lieutenant.

Sharloon will give the wounded a perfunctory glance but seeing that Jeb seems to be on it he will examine the area a little more closely.  He looks over the blocks and flooding mechanism to see if the dam is poor construction or intentionally able to be set loose.  In addition, he will recover any fallen weapons and or supplies in a pile in the upper room.

Yeemik and the goblins run into the forest and out of sight, escaping Zee's ambush. He's gone now, but perhaps you'll see him another day. Jeb checks the injured, including himself, but their wounds aren't too bad. After all, Jeb himself was sent to the brink in the previous goblin ambush. The only concern is John, who stares at his partially healed arrow wound. The bartender has calmed down from the adrenaline of the fight, but being the sole person knocked unconscious, he seems to be coming to grips with his mortality. 

Sharloon takes a closer look at the surrounding area. Other than the tied-up goblins, the area contains no hidden stragglers. As he examines the dam, he comes to the same conclusion tas Arikon: it's a trap the goblins use to flood away intruders coming through the main entrance. If released into this room, it would likely drown both the upper and lower chambers. 

Sildar struggles to stand up, using a goblin bow as a makeshift crutch. He grimaces as he looks at the corpses of goblins on the ground. 

"You fought well. Gundren made a good decision to hire you." Looking at Sharloon, he says, "I don't believe we've formally met yet. I'm Sildar Hallwinter." He smiles and holds his hand out to shake. 

"I'm sorry that you were caught up in this whole mess. The goblins wanted Gundren, not you, but they attacked you anyways. I can't bear to think what they're doing to him now." Sildar sighs. 

"I owe you all an explanation, don't I? Please hand me my gear first, and I'll try to explain why all of this happened." 

Murmen will look around for Sildar’s gear.

(Was it in the chest?)

(Next to the throne. Zee had picked up a letter from his bundle). 

With a bit of a sigh, Zee makes his way back in the cave and to the rest of the party Zee walks in just in time to hear the Sildar's last words. "A bit yeah, but take a rest friend, you've been through a lot." He says, then sees John expression. Zee walks over to John while Sildar gathers himself. "You're becoming pretty amazing you know that? We all go down from time to time, even the best of us. We just have to trust that the ones we fight with have our backs, and that we have theirs." He give the man a pat, smile, and nod, then proceeds to check the room for any secret entrances or exits such as a false wall or trap door under a rug/bedroll/table. Zee checks the walls with a tap of his mace, listening for any tone changes. 

((let me knew what I should roll for looking for a hidden area))

John brightens up momentarily at Zee's encouragement but then frowns once more. "So...you don't think I'm a coward? I feel like one now, when I couldn't even step forward to check on Sildar." John glances at his arrow wound again. "But that fight, it was exhilarating. I didn't hit anything with the crossbow, but I felt so afraid and so alive at the same time. And when I was knocked down, the dwarf brought me back to the land of the living." John suddenly gets up and gives Zee a hug. 

"Thank you for bringing me along! I finally feel like I'm a part of something. Like I'm doing something special with my life, not just filling mugs with ale. Your courage tonight will live on in my stories, I promise you."

(No secret rooms). 

Arikon felt relieved after the danger had passed, at least for the moment. "Did you get him? Yeemik I mean.", he asked Zee after he returned. He really hoped he did for that little bastard.

He would then aid the others search the cavern. 

Jeb is relieved that they hadn't lost anyone in their daring infiltration and confrontation at Yemik's unsurprising betrayal. His wound would heal with time.

Sildar seemed well enough, he was already looking to regain his arms and armor. Hmm... definitely a military background there. Well surely the rescue would loosen up the purse strings in their favor.

John was upright again and discussing his experience with Zee. The barkeep just might make a fine adventurer after all. Perhaps a minstrel in the making.

Jeb moves to the two goblin cook prisoners. He checks on their bindings. As he does so, he asks the others "I believe we should release these two as well. I have no desire to shed more blood then is necessary."

Murmen shrugs.

"Do what ye will.  I have no need ta' see two more o' the buggers in the wild."

"Yeemik got away unfortunately." Zee says with a sigh, then looks to the two captured goblins. Now was the time to see what the others and John where really made of and who they were. "What do you guys think? Sildar, John, Sharloon, Arikon? What should we do with these two." He says motioning to the goblins. So far there was one who wouldn't mind putting them down, and one who would see them freed. 

Sildar's Explanation

When Sildar is handed back his gear, he immediately checks his breastplate for the letter and sighs in relief when he finds it, not knowing that Zee had put it back. He grimaces as he tends to his own wounds before gingerly suiting up in his chain mail. Finally, he leans against the stone wall for support and begins speaking. 

"The reason the elves built the Road of Ancients thousands of years ago is clouded by myth and legend, but some say that in the Ipshur Mountains, there once stood a powerful Dwarven kingdom. The kingdom was known for its impressive forges, which produced powerful magical artifacts that they traded with the elves through the Road. But alas, some sort of great calamity shook the proud kingdom, which fell to ruin and disrepair. This was thousands of years before the first humans stepped foot in Athetome."'

Sildar's claim resonates with Murmen's memory, as the dwarf smiths of the Northern Mountains have similar tales. However, such tales are not the sort shared across tankards of ale, but more whispered in dark clan halls. There's a certain shame surrounding the stories, for some indiscernible reason. 

"The kingdom controlled a rich mine named Wave Echo Cave, which not only contained rare minerals but also great magical power. The elves sent mages to channel that energy into a great forge, the Forge of Spells. The nearby village of Phandalin was built to accommodate them, and together the dwarves and elves prospered. However, when the kingdom fell, the location of the cave was lost to time. Until recently." 

Sildar sighs. He examines his longsword's blade before continuing. 

"Gundren's grandfather, on his deathbed, revealed to him a map containing the secret entrance to Wave Echo Cave. Gundren's two brothers went forth to confirm the map, while Gundren prepared for a mining expedition in Doveheart. But, it seems he wasn't the only one who desired the riches of the cave. Somebody named the Black Spider paid the goblins of the Cragmaw tribe to intercept Gundren and steal his map. He was taken to King Grol, at Cragmaw Castle."

The old veteran narrows his eyes.

"I have no clue if he's still alive."

Explanation Continued

Sildar sheathes his longsword and continues speaking.

“As for me...in some circles, I am called Sir Sildar Hallwinter. I’m an agent of the crown, and my mission in Phandalin is two-fold. It’s primary human population and location on the frontier has made it vulnerable to unrest and insurrection. My first task is to bring order and justice to the town.”

As he says those words, only Jeb notices something peculiar(Passive Insight). Sir Hallwinter doesn’t seem to be very enthusiastic about his job. When he mentioned the word crown, he says it with a slight tone of disgust. 

“When I met Gundren in Doveheart, I realized his ambitions could bring prosperity to Phandalin. That’s why I offered my help to him. But we needed more support, so we hired you as well.” 

He looks at Sharloon.

“Dragonborn, I did not hire you. Nonetheless, you supported these men in rescuing me. For that, I am eternally grateful. Would you like join in on their contract?”

Silae unravels a familiar paper which contains the signatures of the rest of the party, excluding John Redcorn. He offers Sharloon a quill and ink well.

“My second task is to locate another missing agent. His name is Iarno Albrek, a human mage trained at the Academy for joining the service. He was sent to Phandalin before me, yet we quickly lost contact with him.”

Sildar frowns as he tries to stand up. He nearly trips before he finding his footing, groaning in pain.

“I am not well. Though you have saved me here, I am too weak to travel alone to Phandalin, so I must ask you for another favor. Please, could you escort me to the town? I will compensate you well- for 50 gold.”

Sildar begins to slowly shuffle his way out of the cave. He stops for a moment as he sees the tied-up goblins on the floor.

“Do what you want with them. All I have to say is this: if your positions were reversed, they would not give you a scrap of mercy. Why should you?”