The goblin was alone, facing off against two women who have certainly proven to be stronger than him or his leader. Perhaps fear kept his feet still, or maybe a false sense of bravado. Your attempts at scaring him didn't seem to work, if anything he almost felt insulted that you would treat him like such a pest as oppose to the threat he thinks he is. Just as he was about to lunge at you, he was struck by a divine bolt of fire as Pylia approached. She did not look the least bit amused, her dagger still dripping with the blood of the goblin's ally. With this, he dropped his sword and ran into the forest as quickly as he could, his cries and yelps echoing until they were no more.

With the goblin gone Pylia went over to the dwarf and fed him one of her goodberries. His wounds started a heal, just a little, and it was enough to get him to open his eyes. "Ugh... Thank you... Please, my son, tell me he's okay?" In the cart was the dwarf's son, though he was only slightly smaller than the man himself. Despite the bloodshed he seemed fairly chipper and unaffected. He just waved at you two and with dopey smile. "Hello."