"An interesting idea, Antares." The Fat Priestess says, hearing the elf's suggestion to head to the mining camp. "But I fear our little goblin friend might lead to a misunderstanding with the miners. It is being my opinion we are get our guest back to his tribe as soon as possible."
Antares blinks at her in renewed puzzlement, much like he did back in the improvised council room: some sort of language-based misunderstanding once more?
"I -ah- believe that is, in truth, the quickest way to accomplish this, sister Beatrix?" he delicately tries to convey.
"Perhaps not the shortest as the silver dragon flew, it is true, but certainly quickest as legs carry us, I thought? Trails and known fords and - and things of that ilk versus trackless woods and waters perhaps deep or raging? Is- is there a better way?" He steps away from the map to let her approach and explain, only keeping his hand at the top for now lest it fly away in the wind.
He is certainly no expert on such things.
"How much do you be knowing about this Sal person?"
"Not much, in truth," quickly apologizes the elf with a contrite nod.
"Only what I said before... and that we heard it mentioned he offered a map of the mountain to those with certain herbs in trade?" He looks to Stellan and Muzdin, not having given the rumour much attention at the time himself...
"There was too, talk of a treasure, I believe?"
The goblin tugs somewhat at his bonds, but mostly it appears to be because it's uncomfortable rather than real effort to escape.
Antares turns to him when he notices such.
"The bounds are mostly for my own protection," he admits, crouching down as he effortlessly takes the thing wholly onto himself.
"For you are Glarmlok, a mighty goblin warrior; and while my companions are mightier still, I am but a soft-skinned mage apprentice." He pushes back his hood and touches the simple circlet bounding his bi-coloured hair to show him the tiny green gem of learning at its heart.
"See?"
(Which admission, he ruefully admits to himself, should pretty much guarantee that he will be the one attacked if ever the goblin
DOES manage to get free... Not a very comforting thought, in truth, especially not looking closely into those sharpened, yellowed teeth as he is right now! But hopefully it will not come to that...?)