Chapter 1 - Goblin Arrows

The sleeping goblins are easily bound with rope, the smaller of the two muttering in its sleep but otherwise unaffected by the process. The larger of the two is obviously awakened while being tied up but tries its best to convince you otherwise, even throwing in some unconvincing snoring noises while peeking through its narrowly open eyes.The first thing that Gerbo notices while approaching the fallen archer is the gods awful smell; far more of an assault on the rogue than any of the creature’s arrows were. After a thorough and nauseating search turns up mostly half eaten food and other rotting organic matter, Gerbo hits the jAcKpOt and is able to pocket two silver and six copper pieces. Of the arrows still left in the quiver most are not worth the trouble of collecting, but seven of them seem to be of decent enough build to use.

Poking his head up from between crates in the back of the wagon Tyr cautiously takes in the situation. Once he has assured himself that he is no longer in any danger he stands up tall and puffs out his chest. "You guys will need me for the big stuff! Figured you lot could handle these little things without my help." He says confidently in response to Gerbo’s query.

Unschooled in the art of obvious sarcasm, Tyr nods affirmatively towards Belanor as he takes his place on the driver’s board of the wagon.

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Feeling the sharpness of Kerisha’s blade against its throat, the goblin gives up the illusion of sleep. Meeting the half-orc’s gaze with its own it manages a slight smirk before looking away.

"Dwarf and man captured by mighty Cragmaw goblins. Klarg send dwarf away. Keep man at cave." it sputters in broken common directly at Orel, ignoring Kerisha entirely. "Let Glart live, Glart take you to man."

The goblin returns its focus to Kerisha, its eyes tracing a path from the tip of her blade to her face and mutters something to her in its native tongue.

Apparently unimpressed with Grim’s brutal attack on an innocent tree Glart merely repeats what was said before, this time a bit slower and with what sounds like a bit of attitude to its grunted words.

"Klarg. Send. Dwarf. Away."

The half-elf holds out his hand in reaction to Gerbo’s fake flip. When nothing lands in or around his hand, he concludes that he must have lost the flight of the coin at some point but, in true Tyr fashion, he is unwilling to admit this. He clasps his hand closed and holds it up high in fake triumph, before shoving it deep into his pocket.

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Grimacing a bit as Kerisha starts to draw blood, Glart remains calm as he speaks to Orel.

"Cragmaw is mighty goblin tribe!" Glart exclaims with pride. "I take you to cave with human. You talk to Klarg about dwarf."

It pauses for a second, a wicked smile appears, and its voice takes on a more vicious tone.

"Then Klarg kill you all!"

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The second sleeping goblin begins to awake and slowly sits up. Eyes still not quite open it speaks out in a rough, gravely voice.Hearing its fellow goblin's voice Glart's demeanor changes instantly. The smug confidence is now gone and a trace of worry can be seen in the creature's eyes.

Struggling against its bindings the smaller goblin’s eyes suddenly pop wide open and it quickly realizes the situation that it is in. It starts muttering to itself in a barely audible tone. It looks over and sees Glart is bound is well and starts to laugh.As the little goblin continues to laugh, it lays down on its back, having seemingly accepted whatever fate awaits.