The warforged sighs and shakes his head. "Since when, my friends, have goblins possessed, with due respect, the intellect to lie? Yes, that's what I thought too. I believe that this goblin should be cared for as a prisoner, and brought to the court in New Cyre. If we return him to his tribe, they will likely kill him, and those at the caravan will be no more tolerant. " He looks at the priest with his piercing green eyes, before speaking again. " Talik, you seem to be a kind man, and I hope that I am not mistaken in trusting you with this goblin's care. And when I say a prisoner, Talik, I mean as they should be cared for, not as they are."
Now he turns to Kaine. Somehow, the air around him seems darker, as if his thinaun plating is sucking the very light in, but surely that can't be? "Mr. Kaine, the ring please? I wish to speak with this goblin. It's amazing what a kind word and some understanding can do, or failing that, the appearance of it. These goblins, it would seem, are still understandably bitter about the fall of the Dhakaan, and no doubt wish to return their empire to its former glory. Atleast, most would wish their followers to think that, but as for their leaders...suffice to say, sir, that I have seen too much of the real world to think that they believe in the same ideals as their subjects."