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Alandra nodded, cautiously.

The blonde woman wasn’t particularly good at the investigation side of things. She was no urban bounty hunter or well-tested ranger.

She looked down the path, wondering what happened to Gundren. The older dwarf had been kind to her and they had worked close together when he needed a favor, she would hate that the whole job would end with another funeral. He was hardy enough and if he wasn’t useful he wouldn’t have possibly been taken; he would be already dead. It was with that in mind Alandra reassured herself that he was still alive, or at least, he would be. The rogue’s insistence on interrogating the goblins was strange and while she knew a little goblin here and there from her training with Jandek years ago she had never met a cooperative, diplomatic goblin in her life. Goblins were [i]monsters.[/i] They only knew how to steal and kill. 

Still, there was no need to be petty. Maybe she was right. 

[color=#daa520]“Make sure the goblins aren’t bleeding out if you intend to question them. They can’t talk if they’re dead.”[/color]

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