Stumpbiter grabs two of the pieces of taffy and shoves them in his mouth with both hands. " Taffy make me no think of icky spider bite, " he pronounces in defence of his greediness.
Poog keeps one of the potions for himself and passes the strength potion to Stumpbiter. Not too enthusiastic about being a healer he passes the other CMW potion to Mogmurch. "If you blow a limb off..." he says.
Stumpbiter grabs two of the pieces of taffy and shoves them in his mouth with both hands. " Taffy make me no think of icky spider bite, " he pronounces in defence of his greediness.
ooc: Since when do goblins need a reason for greed?
The strong licorice taffy is delicious.
After another half hour of slogging through the swampy riverbank, you see something ahead.
A two-masted ship lies mired in the mud in this clearing, its rigging thick with moss and decorated with lanterns and windchimes made from goblin skulls and bones. Strange writing is faintly visible along the ship’s prow, while the soggy, swampy “yard” that surrounds the wreck is encircled by a rickety wooden fence. A thin curl of smoke wafts up from a chimney that protrudes from an unusual box-like structure near the ship's bow.
Poog takes the pearl from the spider loot. "Since no one wants it.."
Poog looks for animals to speak with animals to, asking them about the vicinity and what's inside the box-like structure. He shivers at the sight of the goblin bones, and gives a brief prayer that those goblin souls will be at rest.
Mogmurch crouches down into the muck, hiding as best he can while Poog looks for animals to play with. The alchemist had a bad feeling about this place. "Maybe Vorka live here," he whispers to his companions.