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?"