Goblinoid:
"Ok, lets get into a formation, and keep quiet for now. We will be needing to see you commander as well, and do not wish to alert him too soon." Turning to the others, the bugbear grins. "they be friends for now. !Ko told them story and they like it. We can go now?" This last was directed at !Ko.
Insight: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 Years of training beaten into Gregek come to the fore as the goblins challenge him. Gobberish:
"You snot-nosed little halflings! How dare you threaten me with thos weapons. I ought to kill you all right now, but my master bids me to refrain. Now bow down and give proper respect to !Ko, warrior and leader of my band." Snarling and sweeping his maul back and forth, the bugbear attempts to cow the goblins into lowering their weapons.
As Gregek get down, he set to butchering the remains of the giant rats. He is quick and efficient, skinning and sectioning the remains. He wraps the meat in the pelt of one of the rats and attaches it to his pack. Once done he turns and speaks with !Ko. Goblin: "It will make a nice meal once we camp. Do you think the others will accept some?"
Greg looks over the small woman and a smile creeps to his lips at her excitement, but it flits away just as quickly as the reality of the adventure settles in. "You all go first. I will come last and hold rope for all. The I come down." He takes the rope and ties it off, but also keeps ahold of it and lowers the party into the pit one at a time. |