The woman shrinks in the corner, sending bare hands to the air in squeeze motions like wanting to squeeze the inquisitor's throat.
I do not know you fool. I am a lesser cleric. Never saw the horned masters not had access to the doom dreamer's area. All I did is to monitor the activity around here till those wretched Hobgoblins by my god's will captured me ... yes, this is the reason, they wanted me to be caught and meet you, only to send you to your doom, yes, everything is reasonable now.
She giggles to herself.
Off with her head dwarf.
The Hobgoblin tries to light up the bonfire