Snake's Demise.

Raising his staff into the air, Baelrick begins mumbling arcane words that almost reverberate with an arcane power. He can only just barely see the goblin from around the corner, but his eyes stare with an intensity that seems odd coming from the drunkard.

Bean, intent to follow Peli's request, stays in his place by Tyr - low growls of warning escaping his throat whenever any of the dogs look the way of the group.

Though the goblin had shrugged off the spell, Baelrick knew that he creature was cornered and likely terrified. He stands tall with his staff held out towards the goblin, and yells in a booming voice. "WHERE ARE THE REST OF YOU? WHERE ARE THE VILLAGERS?!"

A smug look crosses the broad face of Baerick, a pleased grin underneath his flaming shock of beard. He turns to one of the hounds and retrieves a piece of dried meat from his pack, working on befriending them (or at least being able to pet them).

"Now then, perhaps we should learn what this creature knows. Dwarf, see about restraining it. Thallan, if it runs you may yet regain your pride in aim."

As the goblin surrenders, Peli grabs his spear and hesitantly steps closer. "Um, hi? Do you speak common?" She tilts her head, examining the goblin warily, then steps away to allow Daglin to restrain him. She doesn't stop speaking, however, addressing the goblin while taking a quick look around this corner of the room: "Are you going to cooperate? You better cooperate, because we'll fight you again if not. And you should take better care of your dogs, it is bad for them to live in such small cages."

She watches Daglin and the goblin for a moment more, then exits the cage and saunters back to where Baelrick is surrounded by dogs. Bean greets her with a bark and warily circles around other canines to join the halfling. "Aww, what nice dogs!" Peli carefully approaches one of them and offers her hand to sniff - accompanied by some treats, which she always carries around; can't have any companion go hungry at an inopportune moment. "Are you going to come with us?"

Baelrick gives a small gesture to the hounds, a wave of the hands to allow them to take the treats. If he kept Peli away from the dogs, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Only few goblins here," the large man drawls to the goblin, as though the creature was both dumb and hard of hearing. "Where are other goblins? Where are small village humans?"

Peli is happy to play with and feed the dogs, though she keeps an ear out for the conversation with the goblin. Her head shots up when she hears about the snake lady. "Is the snake lady magical?" The halfling turns towards the goblin, curiosity filling her tone. "Can she make people sleep? And is she here right now?" Wheatstalk attempts to speak slowly, so it's easier for the goblin to understand. Her own grasp of Elvish isn't exactly impressive either, but she tries.

Daglin narrows his eyes at the last words of the goblin. Not really thinking he could understand or answer, he can't help but ask: "What was the purpose of attacking the villagers? What did this foul lady tell you was her purpose!" It came out probably a little more loud then he expected.

Tyr moved to where the goblin had indicated there was a hidden door and began to look for it. Not wanting to be caught off guard with a supposed snake goddess threatening them.

Baelrick guffaws at these questions, as though he found them ridiculous. "This wretched creature wouldn't know. Nor will he understand the words you use. But therr is something he would know..." He whirls on his feet to glare at the goblin. "Open the door for us. Or we'll feed you to our dogs."

"I'm sure it does," Baelrick snarls to the goblin as it requests its freedom. He unties one of the wrists, but holds the rope as though it were a lead on a hound. He raises his staff in a threatening gesture, but lets the goblin get to its work.