Kalisel kept up the pressure on the goblins from the rear as the others attracted their attention. Her movements were more swift and fluid now, partially from getting into the flow of the battle and partially from the effects of the alcohol leaving her system. Forgiveness flashed like steel death in her hands, eviscerating one goblin and decapitating another in rapid succession. The commotion started to die down, and soon Kalisel was left to wipe goblin blood off of her sword, noting with dismay that it was already tarnishing the edge- she’d have to oil it again later that night.

As she returned to the tavern, she took stock of the situation. The giant man seemed to have taken a crossbow bolt, which was strange, considering the fact that none of the goblins had carried such a weapon. The only other alternative was friendly fire, which merely raised another set of disturbing questions. Kalisel’s head whipped around when she heard that another of the hunters was missing. Could she have been taken by the goblins? It seemed possible, but unlikely- though there were a lot of goblins, she doubted that they would take a prisoner rather than simply killing her. The man with the gun was a possible lead, if they knew more about him. Still, this had the potential to be very ugly. “If nobody’s seen her, then we’ll need to set up an organized search party. Each hunter takes a section of woods, and turns over every rock in their assigned area. I’ll take the western part myself.”