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With a nod the psion confirmed the fairy's question. Where others would speak, he would listen. The wizard prattling on about Phandalin concealing a lost trove of treasure. Wave Echo Cave. There was more to the job it seemed, at least for this amount of pay, and yet only one guard to escort? Supplies were no good to the dead after all, hence why did the dwarf not care to wait for the entire group before setting off on some grand chase for loot? Either way it seemed inadequate protection to bring just one guard to protect you, especially if the maps did indeed lead to Wave Echo Cave. It was interesting what greed could do to the mind, settling for secrets at the risk of one's life. Yet whereas Gundren had failed to provide the details that may have saved his life, this goblin seemed to have spilled the beans with some coaxing. And there were evidently three speakers of the guttural orcish to understand the goblin close enough. See? Was it that difficult to choose one's life over such little information?

Putting it all together, listening to the rag-tag group of adventurers, if they could even be called that really. But it seems they were becoming one with concerns split between escorting the payload as their original objective, or killing anyone or anything that may hinder said objective. Cragmaw castle it seemed was the place to go for a grand adventure, and yet surely they did not lug their dwarven employer the whole twenty miles. But their nearby lair may be a place to start, if they could catch them in time and deal with this Klarg. Counting the corpses they had, the numbers were with them, but goblins could be vile creatures, sneaky and by the battle proven, cunning. Assuming they were telling the truth at risk of their lives, it seemed fruitful to investigate. Yet if they lied, well maybe this was a spiteful trap. And the self-absorbed wizard seemed too interested in setting an example to those already at the heel. And though he was vengeful, there was a noble light of compassion the mute had for the unfortunate. Life was a struggle, and not all were born equal, he should know being incapable of speech.

[i]"Lead us to Klarg."[/i] The telepathic voice resounded in the same goblin's head, imprinting the message as the psion rose, skipping meal as it seemed the fairy's dog had no care for horsemeat or scritches. Either a well trained dog, or perhaps one that could smell something wrong with the meat, better than he could. [i]"You will need arms and legs to walk. Bring us to your tribe's lair and we will have reason not to leave you as our wizard suggested."[/i] There was a clearing yonder as the mute noticed, implying he knew where to start suggesting to the goblin if it did not show him, he would find a way anyhow. And though covered by foliage, there was a subtle path north, an unnatural clearing where the earth was trodden by presumably goblin feet. Looking back to where the goblin sat with a knowing look, eyebrows offering up the choice of continued cooperation or being little more than a torso left on the side of the road. Something he would have not preferred to do to the goblins, for these had done nothing against him, just that one who tried an attempt on his life. The ones who attacked the half-orc for example were probably more admired by him in their attempts to kill one of the group's liabilities.

Soft woody eyes looked at the group with a nod and a jerk of a tilting head drew attention to the woodland path. With a finger pointed at first Kiki and then the changeling, and finally the doggo-mounted fairy, he selected his subparty thinking to split the group to complete both targets. The supplies needed to be delivered, Bar, Seethe and Elki the cleric could handle that part, then if they so choose, double back around to this location or investigate the named castle. The rest could see if the bugbear still held their employer and escort him back to the town where the supplies awaited. Beckoning with another hand, the psion called for his selected party members to accompany him, waiting for the goblin at the edge of the path to guide them or for Seethe to ask the Barbarian to start breaking some limbs.