Jezira smiles for a moment, and it seems as if the smile belongs there.  But then she stares off for a moment, and says, "A running retreat, perhaps?  We had to make a run like that, once, in Cyre.  
We had gone deep under cover in a mission against the country, before we got discovered and had to make speed back to Karlakton.  Three days running, without sleep.  About half our group was killed - only be raised once more by our pig-skinned 'priest' in charge of the mission.  'Die twice in the name of the king', as they say."
Jezira shakes her head.  "anyways.  I think Justice is right.  We should try to be as stealthy as possible.  Goblins are cowards at heart, though - perhaps we should do our best to scare away as many as possible?"