He was impressive. Well, she was impressed. There was a reason most Drow only knew a few signs. The human- Amal- managed them with ease, his movements far more fluid than she would have expected after only a short amount of time.

The goblin shut its eyes tightly, flailing uselessly. It shook in fear, a long, high pitched whine emanating from its throat. Its silence so far was perhaps one of the bravest things she had seen from a goblin. It would be for nothing, she was certain; it never took much for these ones to cave.

“[i]Iblith[/i], you really should start talking,” Charynrae said, sounding like she was very much enjoying this. “I will like what happens if you choose not to. You will not. My friend is the only reason you have been shown mercy at all. How… do we… get out?”

As expected, he cracked, letting out a squeak. Goblins were never much fun to interrogate, because they were all too easy. “Th- that way,” he said breathlessly, pointing towards the passageway by the fire pit. “First left! And then, then, then-“ he paused to take a breath, only somewhat successfully. “-straight. Until the cross path. Then the one going down!”

“Down? I am not going to the Underdark. How do we get to the surface?”

“You go down-“

“Down. To the surface?”

“Yes, down, I s- s- [i]swear[/i] it! Take the third right and it goes back up! And then just straight! Takes you to- takes you to the east exit!”

“And where do we go from the east exit to reach civilization?”

The goblin had fallen silent again, whimpering and shivering. Charynrae’s hand went up to its face, forcing it in her direction, not that it had its eyes open. “Goblin,” she said, her voice deathly quiet. “I like to take my time. I am giving you the chance to finish this quickly, but I am fast losing my patience. How do we find the city?”

“Map! On the table!” His voice was pitiful. She glanced over to where his shaking hand pointed.

“It has everything we need?”

“Ye- yes! Continue east…”

“How many of you?”

“I do not, I do not know!” He whimpered when her hand squeezed more firmly at his first denial. “The Master does not tell us anything important.”

She let out a sharp sigh. “Who is your master?”

“I cannot say, he will-“

“I am sure there is no punishment he has that will compare to what I will do to you,” she snapped. “Who is he?”

“Master Fel’dregar!”

Charynrae looked over at Amal, locking eyes. “Anything else you might like to know? I don’t know how much more use this one is, but we can always try.”