Pau gets stuck in the press of people momentarily and his progess is stalled. Jarsk fires and his arrow glances off the armour of the goblin.
The goblin moves close to the rearing horse and Tebed grabs her. She is grappled.
Round 2/3 - Bold may Act
Pau
Tebed (grappled)
Urias
Jarlaxle
Adinomo
Goblin (grappled)
Jarsk
Tebed pins the goblin to the ground. She immediately squeals and cowers in submission.
You drag her back to your lodgings. On your way to your door you encounter the Venture-Captain. Oh, you have captured teh thief. That is good news. Well done. Could you investigate what she was doing here and report back to me later?
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Jarlaxle winks at the Goblin.
"Alright little one. You've been caught fair and square. Why don't you tell us about why you were going through our things? Heidmarch Manor is hardly your usual stomping grounds, and is clearly extremely risky... Now, I am not unreasonable; if you are forthcoming, we'll see if we can roast you something over a nice big fire..."
The goblin sits silently, as if she does not understand your words.
masterwork dogslicers (2), cloak of resistance +1, wayfinder,
masterwork thieves’ tools, backpack, cage-brother’s skull,
horse meat rations from the Mariska Knackery (3 days’ worth)
The goblin stares at the skull you have taken from her. Plarg, the nasty longshanks are going to eat us. Yes, they are! See how they’re looking at us with their beady little eyes. I know you’ll protect me Plarg.
Glancing at Jarlaxle she says Plarg says I’m poisonous and full of disease, and if you eat me, you’ll die!
Jarlaxle's words seem to sway her slightly and she relaxes slightly I would likes something to eat, but not me. No eat me and no cook me.
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"No, no, I was saying we could something *for* you over an open fire, not cook *you* over an open fire..."
Seeing the Goblin's interest in the skull, he carefully picks it up, and turns it over in his hands.
"Who is Plarg? Clearly, he means something to you..."
He then gingerly hands the skull back to the Goblin, before digging out some spicy BBQ beef jerky, and giving her a portion.
"See? All I want is information."
She pats the skull, muttering to it in a low whisper. You cannot quite hear what she is saying. She looks up at Jarlaxle, taking the jerky and taking a cautious nibble. Th...Thank you. Plarg say thank you too.
She takes a larger bite of the jerky and begins to speak. Even out in the swamp, we heard stories about the Nightsoil Marauders—a gang of goblins in the longshanks city. When Murg tried to bite off my ear—again!—I left the swamp and came to the city to join up. I met some other goblins outside the city and they sneaked me inside. They took me through the smelly tunnels and made me wait outside their lair. An
important-looking goblin with a big, dangly hat came out and stared at me. He said his name was Versevosh. I thought he was the boss, but he said that the big boss is much scarier than him. Versevosh said rude things about me and my tribe and said I’d have to prove myself if I wanted to join the gang. He said I’d have to steal shiny things from a tribe of longshanks in the city. He showed me drawings of what to look for.
The other goblins showed me the way through the smelly tunnels to the horse-killing place. I like that place, ‘cause they cut up horses there and you can see their insides and I got lots of dead horse to eat. The goblins said to steal from the big house then go back to the horse-killing place, then they ran off. It was almost sunrise and I could hear longshanks so I hid. Later I sneaked up to the big house and took some shiny things from the small houses, but then you caught me.
An inspection of the wayfinder among her possessions reveals the name Joadric Heimurl inscribed on it. You can only assume that the necklace of fireballs is also his since it does not fit with the thief-like remainder of her possessions. You do recall someone named Joadric being another guest staying at the manor.
You go the Sheila and share what you know. She agrees that you must investigate, but feels that a group of Pathfinders walking through the city with a goblin may not be well received by the general public. Have the goblin lead you, but maybe make it so she is unseen or unrecognizable as a goblin.
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That may be trickier than expected. She seems quite loud for a thief. Tebed says as he thinks to himself. After some time, he looks at the goblin, trying to size her up. Do you think she may fit inside this, he says as he unslings his backpack. Otherwise a cloak may be best.
The monk crouches down towards the goblin. He speaks slowly. Do you know any words in Common. To communicate?
The goblin looks up as Tebed, a twinkle in her eye and says, clearly in common I speak common. I pretend I only speak goblin to trick you.
The goblin would indeed fit inside the backpack and could provide you with directions as long as she can see out of it.
You can make the below check/s to discover or remember more information abiout the goblins who call Magnimar home.
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Using a combination of his own knowledge, and what he is able to gather, Jarlaxle waxes lyrical.
"Goblins are insane and sadistic. They both hate and fear dogs and horses, and adore fire and destruction. The Breakbag goblin tribe live somewhere in the Mushfens near Magnimar. These goblins love the sound of smashing glass and collect bags of broken glass. The rarely seen Wind Whisper tribe lives many miles to the east, deep in the Mushfens. The sewer goblins living beneath Magnimar don’t normally form large tribes or organizations. They typically survive as scroungers in small family groups. Magnimarian sewer goblins are renowned for getting into places one might otherwise consider completely inaccessible. Sewer goblins are often known to lair in abandoned secret workshops or old thieves’ hideouts in the sewers. This can make them dangerous to tangle with as they often utilize defenses left behind by their lairs’ previous inhabitants."
In answer to Adinomo's question the small goblin says Me Ekkie, and this Plarg the last is said as she raises the skull for your inspection.
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"Not bound," Tebed disagrees. His gravelly voice strains at an attempt at quiet. She knows where the other goblins are. And if this lair has traps, she may be able to find and stop them, if given a little leash.
The monk turns to kneel towards Ekkie as he looks carefully at the skull. "When did 'Plarg' die?"
Plarg my cage brother. He die just after we leave cage. He still talk to me but. Can I have my stuffs back? My picks and my armor?
Ok, so I have Pau and and Tebed voting to return armor, and possessions minus necklace and weapons.
Urias I am putting as undecided but leaning toward don;t give her stuff back.
You hand Ekkie back her possessions, minus the weapons and place her within the backpack ensuring that you leave a flap open for her to see out of. She mumbles directions as you move through the city and in no time you find yourself at The Mariska Knackery.
You enter and see a middle aged man with a large grey walrus moustache. He turns to you as you enter the room. A muttering comes from the bag That the long-shanks horse killer.
After several moments there is a small stream of drool flowing from a lower corner of the bag. Ekkie is drooling in the presence of so much delicious meat. Please, let me out and talk to him. I go steal meat she whispers, hoping the long-shanks horse killer does not hear her.