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"Goblins?" replies one of the kobolds in high-pitched, heavily accented common. "We look Goblins too. They buy stuff, …" (pointing to the crates and casks) "... but they not bring money."
As Pickles takes the lead on the kobold conversation, Gabbro says an aside to Luther and Ricard: "I'm beginning to get a little concerned about the lack of goblins in this area. Either something beat us to our job, they got wind of our job and cleared out, they left to do something else, or we've been sent on a fool's errand. I don't know which possibility I like least."
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One of the kobolds opens up a few of the crates to show you what they have. The bulk of the consignment is rations. Lots of them. Easily a hundred days worth, if not more. There are also casks of wine and a box of crossbow bolts.
"50 gold," the kobold responds to Pickles. "If goblins don’t want, you can buy."
Pickles gives a low whistle at the asking price. "That is a lot of clams you be wanting. How long do we have to wait for the goblins then? And if they don’t be coming, then we’d be doing you a favor by taking the goods."
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"We wait long enough. You buy now. Good deal. Or we take back to Korners."
The other kobolds look somewhat dismayed at the thought of having to drag the litters all the way back to the market.
At this point, Gabbro, and only Gabbro, hears some strange noises coming from the northwest. They’re feint, barely audible, but they sound like a low growl, followed by a yelp. They’re definitely not originating from within this room; they must be coming from an adjacent space.
Still in a low voice to not interrupt Pickles' masterful negotiations, Gabbro hisses to the others outside the room, nodding to the north: "Did you hear that? Something is coming..." He looks grimly at Ricard, his grip tightening on the spear. "There's another possibility...maybe the goblins were eaten."
Pickles pauses rubbing his chin as if thinking, never taking his eyes off the Kobold speaking to him. "Ok how about you give me two crates, the bolts and a cask for fifty silver. Saving your boys a bit of anguish?"
Pickles pauses rubbing his chin as if thinking, never taking his eyes off the Kobold speaking to him. "Ok how about you give me two crates, the bolts and a cask for fifty silver. Saving your boys a bit of anguish?"
"One crate, the bolts and a cask for EIGHTY silver," responds the kobold, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to put on his best negotiating face.
As Pickles ponders the counter-offer, the bartering is interrupted by a sudden grating noise. A hitherto secret door in the northern wall opens to reveal two leashed, snarling wolves and a gaggle of goblins. The goblins seem somewhat taken aback when they discover that the kobolds have company.
At this point, it would be reasonable for all parties to roll for surprise, regardless of whether we end up in combat. Please could someone, anyone, roll 1d6 for the Hellions.
Mapping information: the secret door is in the westernmost section of the northern wall.