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The Goblin Witch speaks only after a majority of the adventurers have lowered their weapons and given their word to leave her be...
"I'll tell you what I know, and then good luck to you- in truth all is madness below anyway..."
The Witch tries to staunch the flow of blood from her head wound.
"Sinruth is not himself, at least... there have been communications- before the attack on Fallcrest, which was a stupid idea. I used to have his ear, he used to listen to me... but now someone else is filling his head with foolishness. And before you ask - no, I have no idea who, or how, or why, or..."
The Witch tales off and growls- clearly unhappy.
"But now?" She shrugs.
"The Red Hand - Sinruth knew nothing of the Red Hand three months past when we were ambushing caravans on the Trade Road, nor would he have cared about such a thing. He has changed, and look what good it has done him, we lost easily half our Warriors in the raid on your city, and for what- a bunch of junk- nothing of power, or value. And now, now he sits alone in one of the crypts and sulks, like a youngling- his warriors are dead, and the Gnome, the one who now calls himself Lord Frazzle, he has been talking with the undead creatures down there... ah!"
The Goblin Witch slaps her hand against the wall hard, still clearly angry.
"Sinruth sacrificed everything we had built up- for nothing, and he knows it, as I said earlier- look for him in one of the crypts, I know not which one- but he's on his own and angry."
"In truth there are few of his left down there, the Goblins are over in this place- I spit on them and leave them to your mercy- the fools."
That's all the the Goblin Witch has to say about Sinruth and his situation, you direct her next to tell what she knows about Lord Frazzle.
"The mad Gnome is further in, he came to Sinruth in the catacombs a week before the raid- again I know not how this came to pass, Sinruth seemed to be expecting him- I don't know the truth of it. The Gnome helped us to move through the sewers in your city, to attack the Hall and steal the treasures there. But with Sinruth much weakened the Gnome started to call himself Lord- the old Sinruth would have killed him for his impudence..."
Again the Goblin Witch scowls.
"Frazzle has his own men, not Gnomes- men, but dirty and violent- they came with him- his bodyguards. Somewhere deep in the crypt he encountered the Undead Lord- struck a deal, one of the crypts was trapped- somehow, Frazzle learnt how to undo the trap in some way- or else to use its energy to summon a guardian. Now the bastard Gnome has a Demon for a follower, I attempted to take back control of the crypt- for Sinruth, to honour my Lord and put the stupid Gnome in his place. But the Demon ran amok, killed six of my Hobgoblins without harm- two more fell to swarms of rats, we retreated."
The Goblin Witch sighs.
"And so this Frazzle lairs there still- doing deals with the Undead Lord... for what I do not know- but all the while he gathers power."
That concludes everything the Goblin Witch knows about Lord Frazzle, next you ask about the Undead Lord, alas she has few details.
"Sinruth dealt with the creature, I have never seen it- it dwells in some sort of throne room- it has servants aplenty, again I do not know what sort or shape these spirits take. It is the true master here perhaps- one of the old families that was interred here. I know Sinruth feared it a little, it has power, or else powerful servants- my Lord paid tribute to it, one of the prisoners- the little one, the son of the fool who tried to escape was locked inside the place where the undead roam- fresh food..."
The Goblin Witch shrugs again.
"It is a timeless creature- it sits and broods, has done for centuries perhaps... Sinruth said it had treasure though, not coin but items of power."
The Goblin Witch runs out of breath- it has told you all it knows... unless you have any further questions?
