B6: The Veiled Society - IC

Barek Fhald, half-orc bard

Barek smiles as he kneels before the hobgoblin.

"You can be sure I want you to get everything you deserve, my friend," the bard says. "And my friends here want the same, so you can of course trust them. I was wondering if I might ask you for just a little information, though, which would be so terribly helpful in our meeting our goals.

"You had some kobold colleagues down here, and bugger if we haven't just missed each other. Might you know which way they'd have gone? And, silly me, but I've completely forgotten how many folk there are back at your base. Help me out a bit?"



[sblock=Spells Known]Cantrips (5)(at will, DC 14): Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Ghost Sound, Message, Prestidigitation
1st level(3)(3/day(used 1), DC 15): Charm Person, Grease, Silent Image[/sblock]
 

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The hobgoblin relaxes a bit.

"Good. So, you guys made a mistake before? Attacking us? You will heal us? And give us back the slaves? We buy slaves, fair is fair.

If the kobolds aren't in their cave, you musta scared 'em off. I don't know where they go. They don't trust us. Never trust a kobold. Never. I guess they go out in hoods, maybe stupid humes think they childs.

Base? You mean the house? Just us, three, and the three slaves were there, and the kobolds live there too. Ten kobolds."
 

Barek Fhald, half-orc bard

The hobgoblin relaxes a bit.

"Good. So, you guys made a mistake before? Attacking us? You will heal us? And give us back the slaves? We buy slaves, fair is fair.

"You needn't worry. We'll be sure to take care of you."

Base? You mean the house? Just us, three, and the three slaves were there, and the kobolds live there too. Ten kobolds."

Barek glances to the constables and the others, checking to see no one has any objections to the direction he's taking things in, then nods. "Just so. The house. I just get so turned around underground. Which is the house you're staying in?"
 

Rezak finally makes it down as the hobgoblin tells of the number of kobolds. "Whezzzzirl..." he whistles at the report from the tied up monster. "Glads we ain't down 'ere alones." He says watching the friendly interrogation and smiling.
 
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Celythia remains quiet, but it seems to her that the group may have stumbled onto something much larger than a few humanoids digging tunnels beneath the city.
 


"Which house?" The hobgoblin ponders how to answer. "All the way down the tunnel. Furthest from here. Be careful, we never go to other houses. Sneak. Don't want to get caught."
 

Barek Fhald, half-orc bard

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

Barek glances to the lead constable, though his query encompasses the whole party: "Was there anything else we'd forgotten that our friend might 'remind' us about?"
 

The watchman replies "Who did they buy slaves from? And, what happened upstairs? Them or the kobolds?"

The hobgoblin grimaces upon hearing these words - perhaps in pain or disgust. He may be willing to talk to his friend half-orc, but says nothing in response to the watchman.
 

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