"I smells gobluns that I does..." Stybs remarked,calmly as the odd pair ventured forth. Maaarius simply nodded as he was sure the goblin had a noticeably sharper sense of smell. It did not take them long to find a clearing where someone had discarded a bow, and judging by the footprints had began more or less began carrying something

"Better take this with us, it's owner might miss it." The bandaged elf mused more to himself while picking up the bow. He did not like goblins, at least goblins that originated from around the area.

After some more skulking the pair located a group of goblins and their prisoners - or soon to be sacrifices. Marius was about to say something just as Stybs stepped out from where he had been hiding and spoke in the language of his race. "(How about you lower the bows, boys?)" The giant of a goblin suggested calmly while leaning on his pickaxe walking stick. The goblins hopefully would recognize from the fact the fellow in front of them was at least a head taller than them and the orc skin cloak hanging from the scrawny shoulders that this fellow was the so called Liberator. A goblin of whom orcs tell vfrightening stories about to keep their kids well behaved. "(That gal wouldn't be worth your arrows anyhow.)"