Matron Mother Ki'Willis Millithor stared stunned at Torellan. Was he daft? Beholders do not make alliances, they enslave or they destroy. It took her a very short period of time to regain her composure, but not short enough. Marckarius spoke up, and was very close to overstepping his bounds.
Her voice became tight and terse, "I am well aware of what a beholder is capable of, secondboy. But I am inclined to agree with you. Avoidance of the creature, at this time, is needed. There are numerous tunnels that can get us to our intended goal, and I have no wish to lose any more nobles. We escaped the compound in an attempt to survive, not so we could get ourselves killed by a xsaus (d***ed) beholder!"
Her eyes darted from face to face as she spoke while the heads of her Scourge of Fangs writhed and hissed, knotting and unknotting themselves in a very prominent display of her displeasure. What had gotten into her sons? One was so nervous that he might well drop his sword in an attempt to draw it, another was practically begging to be sent on a suicide mission, and the other? He dared to advise her without her so much as asking a question!
She took a deep breath and steadied herself, "Follow me." Pausing she glanced at the goblins, "We'll have to surround them, I suppose, and keep them in the middle. If they make too much noise, kill them. Otherwise, we'll have a fight on our hands that we aren't necessarily prepared for."