The Goblins would look as they are ‘offered’ what the half-orc had called ‘horse on a stick’ the look on their faces showed not only bewilderment at what the half-orc was doing, but also an edge of terror. 
[color=green]“Ar daan or dar, daan'k rhaan draal... Daan ghaar an rhal... daan huuruuc... ghalaan daan ghaar huun or”[/color]
One of the healthier looking of the goblins speaks in its rasping, grating language, a couple of the people here had spoken in Orcish so there was some hope that they would understand his plea. 

While the other Goblin that had surrendered looked on in awe and disgust as the barbarian began to make mince meat of his compatriots. It looked like he was taking their skulls which were he not a goblin might have made him sick. Goblins had a society built upon violence however that he was so accustomed to this mindless gore that he would simply turn to look at the woman who spoke to them in orcish. 
[color=green]” Duuraan dar daagaan kerthec oc duuraan muugaan... daagaan dalaac duun daan rhuun ar Sharlal Merthaar daagaan rhuun Mar kol'daan an, Mar an Rhoc Rhaar, rhec tuuc”[/color] he would pause before continuing.[color=green] “Khruur ghakec or an ar Sharlal, Rhuun Mar haar ogaar dhuul Mec Huuch, mel ac Sharlal Sharaan, Rhuun Mar haar ogaar oger ac daac druul, shakhogaan drar ac dhec.[/color] He hoped that the information was useful, maybe just maybe this would save his little life.

While the others were doing their things Cienna made her way over to the Half-orc who seemed to be rather injured and walking it off like it was nothing. She reaches into her pack and produces a vial of liquid that would appear red to the eye. “Here.” She would say holding it up to him, it was all she could do from throwing up with watching his barbarism. 
“Mani nostale en' barbarism naa sina?” she would say softly to herself shaking her head after the half-orc took the vial from her hands.  As she was doing this Swift Strider would walk up behind her, a trained response to the end of battle. She would mount up on his back again with a sight of relief at having caught up with her target. That’s when it occurred to her, was this even the target. 
“Say did you leave Neverwinter not a ten day ago?” she asked looking at the members of this rag tag party.

[hider=M the Silent] You notice as the others are talking a path lightly concealed to the north leading to parts unknown at this point. It looks as if it could have been used to set up this ambush.[/hider]