-----The hobgoblin grits his teeth and snarls more. Through his teeth he answers before giving a short laugh, “Priests o’ hate! Ho, ho! So you wish to know o’ them, eh? Aye, the humans have a ‘High Priest’ calling the shots. Got his own cronies with him. Two lesser priests n’ two private guards. . . And a witch . . . a real lovely, she is. They set up in human houses.”
-----“The Priests o’ hate run th’ town, though us hobgoblins have our chief, Morosh.”
-----"Where's Morosh staying? And where exactly is this high priest and th' witch staying?" The pressure on the creature's throat relaxed even further, but his dagger drew the faintest trickle of blood from the underside of the hobgoblin's throat.
-----“Middle o’ town,” the humanoid answers simply in his cruel voice. “Morosh stays in tent wit’ the rest o’ the army. Th’ humans took puny human dwellings near town square.”
-----“How I be a’lookin’?” Strolum is heard to say as he sports a hobgoblin leather helm on his head. Pil smirks and turns his nose up as Strolum talks to him. The red haired warrior then looks at the others and says, “Are ye thinkin’ this could be our pass into th’ town? Bet we dodge a few at night.”
-----Garrison raises his eyebrows, but maintains a serious look on his face. “You know,” he says, “that would get us close enough to let Lovan drop a few bolts on . . . a few targets.” The woodsman looks warily at the hobgoblin Sol has a hold of.
-----“’N we gots our own mage t’lead us through th’gates,” Strolum adds as he looks at Jyan. The mage frowns, but seems to quietly consider the warrior’s remarks.
-----Sol roughly pushes himself off the hobgoblin, standing with the same motion. His eyes never leave the captive as he asks the group, "Does anyone else have questions they want answered?"
-----Raven moves forward and stands over the hobgoblin. Raven looks down at the monster and looks at him like a wolf looking at a trapped rabbit. Raven crouches down then and asks, "Have you been to the gold mine? What can you tell us about the ones who guard it? Their guard schedules and the number of miners they hold." Raven says with a snarl, "Do not hide the truth from me, else you will have to hide from me as I hunt you down. I think the Hunter would like you as sacrifice to the hunt."
-----As the hob-goblin thinks on his response, Raven turns to say to Sol, "We could free those miners and destroy the gold mine. That would put hurt to these monster's war chests somewhat. Might also cause them to leave the safety of their camp."
-----The Elf had resumed stripping the arms and armour from the fallen Hobgoblins. At first he cocked his head at the human, Strolum, considering the insight the warrior gave about the disguise. Although how the man could stand to wear goblinoid accoutrements was beyond the Elf.
-----Keeping up his pause, Whisper paid close attention to the more specific answers that Sol Herron was obtaining, and settled back into an easy squat, considering possibilities and discarding his half formed plan to draw off a portion of the occupying forces.
-----A subterfuge at night, and a silent blade might indeed tip the balance in the group’s favour.
-----When the up-until-now tactiturn hunter spoke up, Whisper shifted slightly, and grimaced. Aside from the further reaching conclusions of their possibly successful assault, which were beyond the scope of his mission, the Wood Elf did not think that the town’s folk and slaves could be rallied.
-----"As much as th' idea o' setting th' miners free t'bolster our chances appeals, I think that sees th' end o' hostages. Asides, as long as th' old folk an' children are hostages, they'd be less inclined t'help anyway." Sol replies to the hunter gravely. He shakes his head wearily, pausing only to wipe some sweat from his brow before continuing, "We'll discuss our plan when we've finished up wi' our new informant here."
-----Raven nods at Sol's point about the attack on the goldmine might cause the prisoners in the town harm.
-----Looking down at the wounded goblinoid once more, Sol sneers as he asks another question on top of Raven’s, "How many o' yer kind at any one time guard th' barn wi' th' young ones?"
-----The hobgoblin moodily glares at Raven and answers his question, saying, “Orcs guard down by river. You want t’know their watches? ASK THEM!”
-----With a menacing chuckle, it then looks at Sol and says, “What wrong, human? You can’t count? Go see fer yerself!”
-----“Bloody ‘ell!” Strolum exclaims in his hobgoblin get-up, “He’s a right bastard, he is!” The warrior then looks across at Sol, Raven and Whisper and adds, “but me thinks he be a’givin’ us permission t’go t’town in his place.”
-----"I wanted answers, not permission." Sol's former face of anger turns to stone, as he reverses the grip on his dagger, and in one smooth motion bends down and plunges the dagger point first into the creature's throat, releasing his grip on the hilt and standing once it's done. The Gorian's voice turns to a detached monotone as he states, "Alright, let's plan."