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The rogue wanted to interrogate the goblin. The others wanted to bring it to its maker. 

It definitely seemed that there wasn’t a sense of cohesion of plans or leadership in this group. Alandra didn’t seem surprised by that fact as she looked in the direction the Tortle went in, her arms now crossed as she waited. The elf-like beings attitude bothered her, but not so much she decided to speak of her offense at his pretentious hostility. It appeared Azra took it positively, at least, rather than getting upset by the jape. Regardless, the smell of the burning pyre caused Alandra’s nose to wrinkle as she turned her head toward the discourse about the goblin.

[color=#daa520]“Like I said. If you intend to question it, make sure it’s not already dead.”[/color]



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