Three of the goblins began binding Kaiden's feet so that they might more easily drag him back to their village.  The other three pulled Rook's hands together in front of her and wrapped a leather cord about her wrists.  She did not resist, fearing that if she did her hands would be bound behind her back instead.  This way, at least she might yet find some opportunity to act.

Not realizing that Stybs was not affiliated with the others, Rook felt only dismay at the arrival of yet another goblin.  

Garuk narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the large newcomer, lowering his bow now that their prisoners seemed sufficiently in check.  He'd heard of the Liberator, of course.  They all had.  But the exaggerated tales portrayed the famous goblin as taller than an orc, broad shouldered, clad in armor made of dragon hide, and eyes that blazed red.  And he did not connect that image to Stybs.

"These ones belong to us now," Garuk said in the goblin tongue, assuming Stybs was hoping to claim whatever coin these two might be carrying for himself.  But even if this new guy was tall, there were six of them and only one of him.  Garuk wasn't about to be cowed.  "Beat it, Stretch."