Matron Mother Ki'Willis Millithor went immediately to work cutting at the strands of the ruined section of webbing to secure the goblins' hands. For each one, including Glick, she cuts an especially long section which is wrapped around the head and slipped tightly between the jaws of each goblin, in effect, a spidersilk gag that, thanks to the stickiness of the untreated web, would stick their mouths shut and be very hard to bite through, indeed.
When Torrelan spoke up, she nodded, and whispered to her son, "Xas (yes), Torellan. Go ahead, but not too far, and keep any weapons you may find. While they may be inferior, they may serve a purpose. And you never know what a goblin might acquire from an unwary traveller."
She watched her son move ahead for a short distance and then turned her attention to her patron, Krecil Treak. The glacial blue of his eyes and the pristine snow of his hair were the perfect setting for such a handsome face seemingly carved of obsidian by a master sculptor.
Behind that mask of devastating beauty lay a mind like an adamantine trap. But it was the combination of these enviable features and his loyalty that made her the envy of every Matron in Menzoberranzan, and this loyalty was apparently passed on to his offspring. Yes, she had chosen well, very well, indeed.
Once she has Krecil's goblin bound, she begins to search it for any sharp objects or anything of value in general. After all, a goblin with a weapon was a menace, and what did a slave need with valuables?
