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Jonath dares to peek his head out, trying to glimpse at his enemy through his darkvision.

"Oy! Then let's get to it then! Jonath roars, swinging his sword at the manacles with great force. Then he jumps back behind his tree.

For Ring Sense Motive him?

Jonath winces in pain as the arrow cuts into his flesh. "Ow! Heironeous smite ye, ye durned creature!" mutters the paladin, who takes his chance to duck completely behind a large outcropping. "Now back to ye, hobby, what makes ye think that'd me'd do somethin' as stupid as dat?"

Jonath smiles slightly at the request, his eyes scanning the hobgoblins body, as he raises his greatsword from it's idle position. "What makes ye think that I even have the durned keys? Besides, me'd have to be a bearded gnome to follow through with what chu're askin' fer."

Jonath's eyes are wide and stunned at the escaped prisoner making away with his equipment, though his brief mental blank is abruptly ended as an arrow slices across his forehead. Turning towards the direction from which the arrow came from, Jonath points his sword and moves towards Troll...

Ringmereth... Jonath quietly turns around, walking back to the camp and resuming his watch. Prolly just a durned rabbit or somethin.

For Ringmereth. About the caps, you can go to hell. :) Jonath stands up and begins to investigate. His senses told him something was wrong and his curiousity even more wanted to know what it was. If it was a rabbit or something it'd make a nice breakfast, but if it was something more, perhaps...

"Oy. Whats goin on dere?" Jonath mumbles. He slowly stands up, curiousity beginning to fill in him. Sure, curiousity killed the cat, but dwarves tend to be tougher than kittens. Not to mention more stubborn. He wanders over to where he heard the noise with his greatsword held to his side.

Jonath mumbles quietly to himself as he leans back against a tree, his bedroll nearby, along with a half-empty tin of salted pork. Not too shabby. The Dwarf thinks as he slowly finishes his meal, wiping his fork on a piece of cloth in his pocket. Taking a swig of water from his canteen, the...

"The lives of thousands owe ye thanks lad!" Jonath tells the halberd-wielder, giving him a thankful nod. "Let's get us going! We best not waste our time!" Riding on and thanking Heironeous for being with him, Jonath keeps his eyes ahead on the road.

"Oy! Is ya blasted coin worth me to ya than the lives of a thousand innocents! Think of it lad! What if that was your family, your friends back there in that town?! Fer the sake of the goodly folk, let us pass! Jonath asks, as politely as a dwarf can. OOC: Diplomacy check, bonus is +7

"I'm likely te agree wit ya there, but may I ask me lord, how dangerous is more dangerous? Jonath asks. "If it's dangerous enought ta not come out alive then we might best be goin' the safer way. If we fall, then Ironcraig falls."

"Yes, me lord." grunts Jonath as he also mounts upon his horse, taking considerably longer than the humans due to his stature.

Riding along silently, Jonath quietly observes the landscape. "No. Whatever the vile deeds this vermin has does he still has a purpose. We should not harm him, he's harmless as he is." Jonath speaks up. Turning to Ghenthar, the paladin continues. "Me lord, while I agree with you that he should...