Part 1: Goblin Arrows

Severus' eyes widen further as he secures the goblin in his grasp. Still raging, his features seem contorted, warped!

"Time to talk, little green one! What are doing on the trail? Where's your base? Speak and live. Annoy me further and I'll bite your face off"

Severus exposes his not quite complete set of yellow but menacing incisors.

Gundren! Sildar! Has to be

Severus' thought process is swift, if not so very rigorous.

Map? Map!

"Right, my little Klargling, where is this Eating Cave? Who is King Grol and where do we find his castle?"

Severus pulls Glarvak's face so close to his own that the goblin cannot focus on both maddened eyes of the barbarian at one time. But as the goblin's gaze flits from one eye to the other, in each he sees rivers of blood racing through the icy blue pools.

Severus releases his grip on Glarvak and stands aside as Osvaldo approaches them

"Osvaldo, we need to know what this creature knows. And I have given him my word that I will spare his miserable life for such knowledge"

Osvaldo will draw the horse and carriage up closer to where his companions are, hop off, and head towards the captured goblin. As he gets closer, he pulls his hood down, and you can see what looks to be a hard, leather mask, covering his forehead and cutting across diagonally atop the bridge of his nose, wrapping over the right side of his face, including the right eye. Osvaldo draws his short sword, grabs the goblin's chin, and forcefully points it towards his face, "Remember me? Best to answer my companion's questions. As much of a bane as I am to your kind, a raging barbarian will grind your bones to dust with just his fingers. Where is the Eating Cave? And who is King Grol and where do we find his castle?"

Before the state of rage could subside, Quinny treats her wounds. Personally, she wanted the axe to decapitate the goblin's head but it seem Severus wanted to interrogate the pest.

"I'd rather not talk with these uglies." She says.

Quinny picks up her whip and looks for her thrown axe.

Alstaer keeps himself in the background as his companions interrogate the goblin. He's breathing deeply as he tries to control his pulse and the swirls of magical energy roiling within him as it always does whenever he feeds into it and lets it out. Besides, while he himself can be a persuasive guy, he isn't the most intimidating one and it looks like his colleagues has this handled just fine.

"Ah! There you are." Quinny smiles after seeing her handaxe. She pulls it and returns to the party.

Severus looks at Osvaldo and says, "it looks like the bugbear has Gundren at Cragmaw Castle and that this Black Spider thing has some interest in his map. Seems to me though, that we have to go rescue Sildar before he's served for dinner and figure things out from there. Do you agree?"

Looking at Severus, "Aye, I agree. Sildar, then Gundren. As for this one," he places the tip of his short sword against the goblin's neck "I think it's provided all the information it can."

"yes", Severus responds to Glarkvak and immediatly turns his gaze to Osvaldo.

"I implied I'd let him live if he cooperated. I'm sorry about that, I should have asked you and the others first. But what he says is right. With him dead, how would we know whether the directions or any part of the story were correct? And there is much still to be learned - how many strong is this eating place? What is it's layout? I can see you bear a great animosity for his kind, but I'm asking you to put that to one side for now, for the sake of Sildar and Gundren. What do you say, comrade?"

Severus looks intently at the proud Ranger.

Osvaldo's grip tightens on the handle of the short sword. The urge to plunge his sword into the goblin's neck is strong. They're all conniving and cowardly, and the moment you turn your back will gleefully backstab it. The only good goblin is a dead goblin. Still...he knows Severus is right, and Sildar and Gundren need rescuing. Slowly, the twinkle in his eyes fades, and his grip on the sword releases. He looks at Severus and nods, then back at Glarkvak "Fine, but we tie it's hands behind it's back, and stuff it's mouth to keep it quiet. You make a single wrong move, I'm going to plunge this sword straight through your neck."

"If you think this pest can help, then sure let's let this pest live a little longer."

Quinny prepares herself for the next few miles they will need to venture in order to rescue the dwarf.

Osvaldo will search the bodies for any valuables or information, and take a minute to recover one spent arrow.

"You are Faerun's luckiest goblin my friend" Severus says as he pulls hemp rope from his carry sack to tie Glarkvak's hands and lash them to the wagon. "Hands behind your back sonny, you heard what my friend said. You'll be leading the way".

"We should leave the wagon and oxen here for now. We can circle back later to pick it up." Osvaldo has grown somewhat attached to the oxen, since learning to pilot the wagon. He picks some grass from the surrounding area and feeds them, before tying their hitch to a nearby tree. He scratches behind their ears, and leans in close, whispering a quick prayer to Mielikki, goddess of forests "Take care of Frank and Nancy for me, M."