The goblin eyes Dossk and Olaf fearfully, but restrained as it is, cannot back away.
"No all clear. Not be believed." He tries to speak flatly, but a quiver is evident behind his words.
Perhaps pressing his luck, the goblin continues. "You abovers, not so smart sometimes. Yellowclaw raid you thegn's funeral, and you chase us down. I sound horn - tell tribe you are here. You think Yellowclaw so stupid to think you just left?"
The goblin shakes his head, incredulous.
"Tuket spend many years gathering small tribes into Yellowclaw. Promise revenge against abovers for all the years you hunt us. Now he prove he better than thegn. Long time planning. Yellowclaw ready for tricks."
A short distance away, as Kadlin offers a final prayer over the goblin Dossk slammed on the ramp, she notices blood drooling from the limp lips oozing to the edge and dripping down to the floor. Slowly it creeps towards the runestatue, and as it touches the strange stone, a faint blue glow begins to illuminate it.
With the blue glow catching his eye, Kjula notes the praying mother depicted in the statue is dressed similarly to the ghostly wisp he saw above ground earlier.
"No all clear. Not be believed." He tries to speak flatly, but a quiver is evident behind his words.
Perhaps pressing his luck, the goblin continues. "You abovers, not so smart sometimes. Yellowclaw raid you thegn's funeral, and you chase us down. I sound horn - tell tribe you are here. You think Yellowclaw so stupid to think you just left?"
The goblin shakes his head, incredulous.
"Tuket spend many years gathering small tribes into Yellowclaw. Promise revenge against abovers for all the years you hunt us. Now he prove he better than thegn. Long time planning. Yellowclaw ready for tricks."
A short distance away, as Kadlin offers a final prayer over the goblin Dossk slammed on the ramp, she notices blood drooling from the limp lips oozing to the edge and dripping down to the floor. Slowly it creeps towards the runestatue, and as it touches the strange stone, a faint blue glow begins to illuminate it.
With the blue glow catching his eye, Kjula notes the praying mother depicted in the statue is dressed similarly to the ghostly wisp he saw above ground earlier.