Whispers to friends.
"Something doesn't smell right, and it's not my chest of fish. Why didn't the goblins do more serious damage? They're just bruised. No arrows on the ground. No blood. No dead goblins. No fire in the barn. And if the battle was going so well, why did the wife run so desparately for help? And no gobs pursued the helpless woman? Something fishy is going on, and I intend to find out what."
Louder.
"We'd LOVE to stay in your barn! You know where we're at if you should need us!"