One of the halflings, a male, shys away from Calenthang as he speaks to them, red circles around his eyes, wide with fear. The other one, a female, seems more in control of her faculties, answers him, relief clearly in her voice at being rescued. "Thanks to you all for killing the guards. One of the goblins has a key in his pouch to our manacles. If you would be so kind as to release us so we can escape from this hell, it would be most appreciated."
The female dwarf looks Althron up and down. "I be Sondor Ironfold and I know who you be. A rude dwarf who does not give his name first when greeting a lady," she says, roughly. "As for how we got here, we were captured by some fiend who calls himself one of our kin. Bah! Looks more like his mudder had too much fun out at pasture and sumthin' terrible came of it, if ye get me meanin'. Him and his slavers, they sold my husband weeks ago. I'd of been next I'm sure if'n yer lot hadn't come. Me thanks is owed for that much."