"We have... two?" Mikon nods in agreement. "Two."
"Four," softly corrects Antares, though so low probably only he heard himself. (The three he himself put to sleep, plus the one that later surrendered to the warriors -- though, come to think of it, he did not see that one when the guards came through just now? He blinks at Beatrix.)
"One will likely be most sufficient," he quickly agrees with some relief when his time comes to speak, though the troublesomely honest words:
"if somewhat less impressive," do escape his mouth before he can quite control it.
"Ah, apologies. I meant..." he begins, and then trails off...
In truth, he's begun to imagine what wrangling TWO, perhaps most unwilling, green versions of the White Things through briar and wild woods might actually entail...
Yes, in truth one will most likely be
MORE than enough.
Mikon suddenly pats himself down, "Ah, right! I was supposed to give you this." He hands a pouch to Stellan, who's been hanging off to the side. The young man looks at the dwarf, a bit confused. "Off the goblins. The guards said they patted them down."
Stellan looks inside, "Coins.. Mostly gold pieces, some sterlings."
"Those are... quite affluent goblins," mentions Antares, rather surprised.
"Do you think they were bribed with coin as well?"
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Where were the coins struck, Gambler (assuming they ARE struck)? i.e. are they standard, current Askadar currency or something else?
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"Unless I hear otherwise, I'll assume you can head off tomorrow morning. We'll bring the goblin to the edge of town where the attack occurred. He'll be bound and gagged, unless you want to try to talk to him tonight. He's in the cells."
"I was -ah- actually hoping we could set out this after noon, this being a task of some urgency?" Much as it pains him to have to forgo his session with Teacher Dysare!
"Or- Or do you think we should wait, and perhaps try to prepare more fully, Lord Mikon?" Which is a bit cowardly of him - hoping to somehow get his magical afternoon back, to delay the inevitable, somewhat terrifying treck into the unknown... And yet the dwarf obviously has more experience than all of them combined (with the possible exception of sister Beatrix).
Whatever the case, Antares will eventually reroll the goblin map for easy reference while they travel and, on their way out, hesitantly whisper to Beatrix:
"You- If I may, you never said what happened to your goblin... Is he...?"
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Antares would ideally want speak with the three goblins, yes, to hear their side of the story and to select the one who will accompany them (obviously the one that seems the most reasonable and convinced this is the right course of action). Maybe I could write his initial speech, modified by any input from the others, and we could solve the rest in one shot with rolls and DM fiat?
Goldhammer, Voda Vosa: Let's say 25gp each for the goblin loot (including Stellan)?
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