Freggo whispers to his friends, "we seem to have found something terrifying that wants to chat. Let's see if we can learn something while we catch our breath... I know I could use a break anyway. But there's a captive in there, and I'm not leaving without her."
Freggo steps tentatively toward the voice and replies, "Errr, hello... Derek is it? I think you were asking what we might want? Well, myself, I'd like to know more about you! You seem very... interesting. Let me guess... you were here first when Deadeye and these others showed up right? What do you think of them? Would you like to make some different friends?"
The silence gathers, clearly Derek is considering his answer.
"No... We came here because of the Goblins, we...." The reedy voice breaks off, you form the impression that Derek is not alone, there are other 'Derek's'.
"Our business is our business." The voice comes back, a little more certain now- "We know who you are, you're the heroes, right..."
Derek takes the silence for confirmation.
"We seem to have what you want..." At this point the Derek's next words are lost in a woman's scream... "Rats!"
"You want them back- yes?" Again Derek marks the silence for acceptance, Derek goes on he sounds a little exasperated.
"We, that is my superiors told the Goblins that Fallcrest wouldn't lie down, that they would send people- specialists, but... bloody stupid Goblins."
Derek thinks about things some more.
"We're a bit stuck though, we need a way out of this- you can take the Goblin, I don't care... but the woman, the woman is our ticket. We want payment, and we want passage..."
Derek suddenly breaks off, there's certainly a second whisperer, perhaps they are not quite in agreement.
