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Faerveren looks int a room with a large table and chairs. There are six goblins sitting for supper. Food is served. A raw deer carcass half eaten lies in the middle of the table. Crudely cut open and pieces if thee innards ripped out and spilled all over the place. The green goblins have red faces, one takes his head out of the deer as the door opens.

The goblin shrieks and runs away as Arawyn opens the door. This room is somewhat protected from the weather and contains some run down furniture. Armchairs here and there, a couch, a table, a painting on the ground that is fallen off the wall.

The goblin flees through the open door into the next room.

The goblin looks surprised. But as no one starts laughing at him, he leaves the room, walks through the corridor into the guards room. You hear the 'thud' of him falling into a bed and then almost immediately the snoring starts.

"Go to sleep? Jank so tired."

"Take the chest. All riches are in there." Jank tells and moves to the side, to not block access.

Jank's jaw drops to the floor while staring at the axe. "You new master?" the goblin inquires of Roryx.

"Longshanks speaking in riddles?"

Jank comes to the front of the bed mustering all those standing around. "What you do here. You not allowed into master's rooms!"

"Look little longshank. You clever, or you dumb? You cans have treasure, or you can be no friend of Kwataxle and become like chicken! Dead and eaten."
Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16

Kwataxle picks up something from the floor, but it can't be seen what.

Will Save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
"Sorry. If Kwataxle knew chicken were friends he'd eaten other chickens." the goblin tells. But he seems unaffected by the charming attempt.

"Kwataxle has to eat too! And with the treasure you can buy many chicken." the goblin argues. "You can get bigger part of treasure?"

Diplo: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

"There always be treassure with dead longshanks. You not here for treasure? Silly longshanks always put treasure in grave and go digging up again 100 yeas later. But Kwataxle cleverer. Coming after 99 years. Little longshanks also clever. We share treasure?"

That is not true for the other way around "A little longshank." a pleasantly surprised voice tells. Kwataxle's mouth is watering at that delicious sight. But he braces himself.

"What does little longshank want here? Longshank want treasure too?"

Meanwhile in the woods
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Kwataxle has finally found what he sought for. Reading those longshanks scribblings is not his thing. But this has to be it. Looking around he collects a few branches and with some rusty nails, twine and chicken sinews he builds a shovel. It's an easy task that takes only half an hour. All goblins are really good in creating stuff from garbage. And with that shovel he starts digging.