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While the goblins gather food you search the rooms and Blackravens for any valuable equipment. You find a hidden door in the wall between the sleeping rooms and the office .
Four horses are in the stable.
After about two hours Ironjaw gains consciousness again. "Ouch, my head. What happened?"
6x potions, 3x acid flask, 1x tanglefoot bag, 4x chain shirt, 3x heavy wooden shield, 3x mwk battleaxe, 6x throwing axe, 1x light crossbow, 10 bolts, 1x greatsword, a wooden symbol of Gorum, 50 gp
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Asarnil turns towards Ironjaw and Graff:"To be honest no one tried to kill me and you in our sleep... otherwise we would have had some problems by now. Instead we were left alone. If, as I suspect, the problem is with the gonlins... well I don't blame you, dear noble savage... But unfortunately we need to keep them alive, at least until they have exhausted their usefulness... dubious as it may be. So, here's my proposition, you let us complete our mission and we forget about your extremely natural and understandable need to slaughter those pesky goblins. And I'd like to point out how we are the ones who will be forced to march along with the creatures, you won't have to do anything"
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Roshan crosses her small arms. "Whether or not they like the goblins is meaningless. They offered us hospitality. In my land, that is a sacred thing, and only cowards would seek to kill any guest under their roof, or those their guests are escorting. I had heard there was honor among north-men; I see there is none. Your men tried to sneak into the room where we were guarding our charges; we defended ourselves. We would be within our rights to have killed you."
Roshan shakes her head. "Let us leave them bound loosely enough that they make work free in time, take their horses, and leave once the sun is up. Once we are back with the Society, their castellan can be informed of their dishonorable behavior."
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"Well, I think it's time to tell the truth. Our commander said you are passing by and told us to offer you food and accommodation. That's what we did. I personally don't have anything against you, but those goblins are evil bastards. A group of their kind raided the village I lived when I was a child and they killed my family. I survived, because I hid in the stables under a horse. I wanted to use my chance to kill your prisoners before they can harm somebody. Please let the others go, they only followed my orders. Ironjaw answers.
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You leave the Blackraven station and continue your trip to Trollheim. No other threats confront you after Enrik’s betrayal, and you are able to deliver the goblins to the extraction team just outside the heavily walled and densely populated city. The goblins give a last worried look over their shoulders before they’re hustled away. You can see one of them waving goodbye.
You report the actions of Enrik Ironjaw, senior commanders of the Blackravens accept your account as likely true, and not their fault.
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"At last! Good riddance!" says Asarnil waving back at the goblin before suddenly realizing what he's doing and stopping himself and looking deeply embarassed
"Well... ahem... as I was saying mission accomplished and a job well done. No more goblins and all is well with the world again... Yes, that's exactly what I was saying! Goodbye to you all too, I'm sure we'll meet again sooner or later, possibly without goblins this time" he finishes his speech turning away and moving towards the neares coach station.
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Turing, Graff makes his way to depart without saying a word. The incident with the Blackravens having pointed out to him that despite being pathfinders, there are still those who have suffered under his fellow greenskins.
Despite trying to be different, who knows who else might blame him for something another might have done?