The goblins began to take off, In the wrong direction. After a short conversation it was painful to realize they had no sense of direction or even where they were. Deillia looked at you and bowed her head. "I can make poison for you maybe enough for ten doses but the poison would only last a day. Unless you captured fewer then you would have the extra for reapplying the poison." She looked ravenous. She growled a little at the goblins that were useless. "Could I please rest and eat?" She held her hands up in a menacing manner to one of the trapped lizard men.

One of the two remaining goblins approached you carefully. "Should we kill the survivors? It would be easier then trying to haul every creature we run across back."

The other chimed in. "Yes we should kill them and then just bring in the Gnoll like Grull wants. The day is bright they will find us."