The light of the sunrod washes away the shadowy gloom, exposing the now-fearful bats to everyone in the chamber...
A chamber soon speckled with more blood, as one bat nearly loses a wing from a small sharp blade, and then in it's self-preserving flight is fitted for its own personal arrow, sending the corpse crashing into the ground, while another is eviscerated by Olaf's hell-forged axe.
The remaining two bats screech and flit about slightly disoriented, but eventually fly down the roughly dug shaft that leads deeper underground, wanting no part of the steel, acid, and light.
Terrified, not a whisper nor whimper escape the goblin's lips as Dossk secures it with rope; the goblin settling, less than comfortably, on the ground near the horn.
[sblock=Yellowclaw Goblin Tribe Warrior]Yellowclaw Goblin Tribe Warrior
2. HP 29; Bloodied 14
AC 17; Fort 13, Reflex 15, Will 12[/sblock]