[Gobtales] Nightwatch

[Festy_Dog]

Rakanishu remains hidden in case a slight element of surprise is needed, but now he trains his crossbow on the consious robed figure wielding a mace, his trigger finger itches terribly as he realises how strangly they are equiped for people collecting drunks.

 

[Dalamar]

Glorath moves out of the shadows with a grim look on his face. He is keeping his arrow aimed the one that spoke last.

 

[dreamthief]

The sailor does smell of alcohol. Not reeking of it, but he has had a drink or two.

The other robed figure puts away his mace, eyeing the mist suspiciously. The one who spoke continues to look on with a frightened look on his face. As you move closer, you see that the wagon is covered with a heavy canvas cloth.

The robed figure spits on the ground. "Pah... goblins."

 

[Dalamar]

Glorath speaks in common slowly and clearly so the, according to inherited knowledge, slow-witted humans will understand.
"We wan't no trouble. What is in the wagon? No quick moves."
In goblin he inguires Ashgyad.
"What did you do to them?"

 

[garyh]

Ashgyad replies to Glorath in Goblin, "I put them to sleep. It'll only last a minute - and I can't do it again. We should get the situation under control before they wake up."

 

[Mirth]

When D'Bruuhl sees the man put away his mace, he takes his hand off his sword hilt. "We will help you, brother. Thank Heironeous for granting us all the insight and good judgment to resolve this situation peacefully."

Without looking, he says over his shoulder to Rakanishu [goblin] Why don't you stay back there and keep an eye on them for us, please. We may have to trust humans now, but we don't have to be stupid. [/goblin]

 

[Dalamar]

Catching D'Bruuhls words, Glorath decides to make them a bit less suspicious and replies in goblin.
"We'll get good use of somebody ready to save us if this really is an ambush."
He then eases the bow and returns the arrow to his quiver, taking a seemingly more eased stance.

 

[Dog Faced God]

I shout to my companions in goblin, "Boats not have that much drinky drink." In common I inquire of the humans, "Where do you take these drunks? Do you have badges, or a writ of authority?" I turn my attention to the closest human.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Rakanishu remains silent and suspicious of them, and keeps his crossbow trained onto the neck of the human he was following before.

 

[dreamthief]

The one who held the mace kicks one of the other robed men awake. "Wake up you! Good for nothing!"

The frightened one continues, "There's other drunks in the carts of course!" He doesn't seem to understand when Goubido say 'writs of authority'. "Wh-what did you say? No we don't have badgers. We take them.. to a s-s-safehouse! C-c-can we go now?"