"I think that could be possible, but only if we may use them when you are not."
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"HA! You are a fool. Did you, in fact, come to terms with them, or did they 'take news back to your chief?'" "No. What you have done is pain a gigantic target on this fort. We will be dealing with hordes of them soon enough. Now leave me adn my men to train. We'll have to clean up your mess it seems."
"Kobold's don't use emissaries, sir. They kill, and they eat." Kesten is clearly disgusted by Kobold's.
Kesten's head hangs to his breast as a long sigh seeps out from tight pressed lips. "I don't right know. Oleg says the man was robbing him, and we did find his body in the old man's house: pummeled to death by the Rostlander's bare hands!" "Now, if nothing fishy were happening there, why was Doge in their house at all? But, at the same time the old badger hated the man just for being alive; that was no secret." "In the end though, what could I do? The deed was done and the master of the house is my only witness. I must believe him or live in doubt as long as I am here." "I did try to convince him to take the body down after a day or so, but he'll have none of it. At the mere suggestion he turned hot enough to stove in my chest, armor and all. I just don't see the point fighting him." Kesten punctuates the last with a resigned shrug.
The blacksmith hammer continues, but the sound of drilling ceases and before long the gate swings open. "Welcome back gentlemen." Kesten returns to his command and the drilling returns.
"The brigand's spoils were given to the men as payment for their work. Anything belonging to hobgoblin was taken personally by Sir Eddric. I do not know what, if anything, was left behind or undiscovered."
The soldier before you is close to 40 with a face as hard as the steel at his hip. He regards you coolly. "I am Kesten Garess. My men and I were transferred here to lend aid and protection to Oleg and Svetlana Leventon. As we readied to leave Restov, Sir Eddric was found to be hiring mercenaries for an expedition south. We sought him out to join the company for the journey here. There must have been 30 in all. We would have stopped here at the fort, but the knight paid us well for a 2 day excursion." "We assaulted the camp in question at mid-morning with the place surrounded. The fight was simple enough, but that hobgoblin did not go down easy. It took the knight, myself and 3 others who couldn't stand before to gobo and were cut down. In the end, we took him alive and I was dismissed before the camp was searched. The hobgoblin was alive at that time. How and why he died, I do not know." |