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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 6496838" data-attributes="member: 2710">The smaller goblins barely notice Kepli's hands as they keep their eyes pinned to Aszar. Once they realize they can move, however, they do so at their best speed.As their leader has yet to awaken, "best speed" isn't particularly fast, mind you. They grunt under the unconscious goblin's weight, but stumble their way out of the clearing and backward along the path the party took to get here. The group hears several epithets of diminishing volume, which Erin assures them are a combination of condemnations of each other, or--as a flock of birds breaks through the nearby trees, their squawks completely at home with the voices of the goblins--curses against the local flora and fauna. Even with their encumbered speed, the goblins are soon too far away for anyone to perceive. The only evidence of them now is the gear which the party has claimed as its own, and the bloodstained patch of flattened grass where the goblin trio spent their evening. Captives un-captived and sent on their way, the only question which appears to stand hanging between the group is which of the strategies they pondered the night before will be the one they choose in the rising day.</blockquote>