Garvantilus cast his eyes around the corners of the room, his eyes narrowing curiously at the new entrance to the bar. The man's clothes conflicted him himself. Despite the clean clothes, he looked as if he'd been lost in the woods for an extended period of time. He had no time for such thoughts, as curiosity wasn't the reason he was here. At least not that particular curiosity. He turned his attention back to the misshapen people, who had given up on getting a free drink or anything else, and begun making their way to a private booth near him. He could clearly see under their hood, the green warty skin, the yellow eyes. They were goblins. He leaned back in his chair, tying to look inconspicuous, while at the same time revealing a portion of his right ear so he could hear the conversation. Despite this, he didn't hear much, just snippets.
"What news of... ...will it be ours?" One of the goblins asked his voice gravelly as if he was straining to speak normally, while the other two goblins looked around at the Inn, trying to make sure no one was listening. Satisfied, they turned back and spoke "Gained a lot of money... ...supporters... ...north of here." The first goblin nodded, a grim smile etching itself onto his lips, before fading slightly as he asked a second question, "And what... ...the sword?" The third goblin reached it's grubby hands into a pouch, before pulling out a map, and pointing to three locations, "Still... ...impossible to... ...all"
Garvantilus frowned. This was his chance to get answers, that was to be sure. He got, up from his seat pretending to be a drunken fool, before wandering over to the Goblins' booth. "Hello chaps!" Garv said cheerily, before motioning as if he was going to walk past, yet instead faked a stumble and landed in the only empty seats. Instantly his face was stone, a glare at each of the goblins. He quickly drew a dagger, trying to keep it concealed from the masses, while making sure they could see it. "You have information I want," he started. Garv knew goblins, they only reacted to two things; gold and threats, "So here's how this'll work. We're going to meet outside, and you're going to give me this information. Now, to appeal to your sense of greed, I have a pouch containing one-hundred dwarven gold coins." Immediately the goblin's eyes lit up. Most of the world used the human's gold coins as currency as they were more common, but Dwarves put their heart and soul into everything they forged, so naturally Dwarven coins were more valuable and rare, and each coin was worth about twenty of human-forged coins. It was all he had, but he was willing to give it up for this information. He could always do some odd jobs for someone to earn a bit of gold.
Garvantilus left the inn and into the small crowds crowds of the market nearby. With anyone in the area bartering, they would be left alone. He spun around to face the goblins, a stern edge to his voice. "If you answer my questions without me needing to ask twice, you'll get the pouch of dwarven gold. If I do have to ask twice I'll leave one person alive to answer my questions when I kill you in five minutes." With a measly "Yes" from the goblins he began to ask "What is your master's plans?" In that same gravelly voice the first goblin spoke, "To take over all of Kaven, and then Varen. You humans will fall, the elves will fall, all creatures except those that worship the master will fall."
Garvantilus smiled slightly at their somewhat misconception. "And the sword?" The third goblin answered this time "We don'ts know what it is. Just that the master wants us to get a sword that's in three pieces, but they're impossible to get to." Garv narrowed his eyes, the goblin was telling the truth... unfortunately. He held out his hand expectantly, "The map." The goblins looked back frightfully, yet hesitant, but finally relinquish after Garv's hand fell to the dagger that was back in it's sheath.
"Thank you. Now... I believe five minutes have passed, but one final question. Where's north of here?" Garvantilus tucked the map into a larger leather pack, his eyes reflecting amusedly. "The army." Two words. Just two words, yet they sent him into a state of shock. "How far? Which direction?" When they refused to answer, he grabbed one of them by the tunic, yelling "ANSWER!" The goblin quivered before stammering out "A-a-at C-cassis' temple. H-heading w-w-west." Once Garv let go, the goblin cowered behind the other two goblins. "Five minutes is up." Garv unsheathed his dagger, flicking it upwards lodging into the neck of the first goblin, before slicing to the left and stabbing the second goblin in the heart. He wiped the blood off of the blade with his tunic, a grimace set on his face. He turned to the cowering goblin before speaking. "Run to Karn. Unless you want me to hunt you down, run to Karn, and warn them of what's coming their way." Without another word the goblin took off and ran, as Garv walked back into the inn, nothing to show for the conflict except the blood at the base of his tunic.
