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Message: <blockquote data-quote="gambler1650" data-source="post: 6214553" data-attributes="member: 11033">Antares' eyes do indeed fall on a cart nearby.  One of the carts which is used to carry lumber from the forest sites that the men of Ascadar cut down trees at, into the town.  It has large wooden wheels, one of which looks cracked and splintered.  It has been left behind to be repaired as it would likely not take a full load of lumber without breaking the wheel.  It does appear as though it might support a man's weight easily enough however.  No animals are nearby, but it could probably be pushed/pulled by men in a pinch.The guards look somewhat surprised at the dwarven priest's insistent demands, and one appears about to object before he closes his mouth.  Instead, Alekan speaks up.  "Yes.  Getting the information from them is more important."  He nods to the other one who is not helping support Gregof.  Both guards draw ropes from satchels at their sides and begin to tie up the sleeping goblins, being none too gentle about it.The goblin standing before the large priestess of Malborka starts to squeal desperately as its picked up, flailing ineffectually at the woman's massive arms. "No!  No!  Ears will be ripped off!"  Realizing it's getting nowhere it tries to listen, and then its eyes grow panicked.  "Antidote?  Why would we have the antidote.  We were supposed to keel him!  The hyuman said!  Poison from him.  He gave nothing else!"</blockquote>