Gogmurt Talks

With Yola and Gerund anchoring the rope, Sasha climbs down the side of the hole to the bottom of the cave. There Gogmurt lies, groaning and barley conscious, his lower body badly mauled. Sasha quickly ties him up to the rope, and after making sure his hands are bound, signals to her friends to hoist him up.



While she waits for the rope to be lowered back down to her, Sasha inspects the ledge for any signs of Poot. While she does not find the halfling, she does find an exotic looking but rusted dagger with two gems embedded in the hilt, and a rotted quiver with three undamaged arrows in it. A slender bone wand is tucked into a side pocket.



By the time Sasha returns to the surface Gerund has already treated the worst of Gogmurt's wounds with his healer's kit, and the goblin is slowly coming round to lucidity.



"Okay snot," Sasha stands over the goblin imperiously, "Where's Poot? What happened to our friend?"



Gogmurt, looking truly pathetic, begins to sob noisily. "Me don'ts knows!" he wails. "Hair foot jumped into water and was carried away by ocean. Didn't want to get eatened by howling fish monster me guess, like poor Gogmurt." Here he breaks down into a fit of blubbering, and the party must wait several moments in exasperation for him to regain his composure. "Me knows why you here," he says eventually.



He snorts and wipes at his nose. "You here cause of what we did to Sandpoint. But it nots our fault! Its longshanks fault!" he blurts out, then clamps his hand over his mouth, realizing he probably just insulted his captors. "Not you longshanks, other longshanks."

It doesn't take much more cajoling on Sasha's part to get, the defeated little druid to continue his story. "While back Chief Ripnugget make friends with some longshanks. None of us trust 'em, especially that mean female with the tore up belly. But chief, he likes em lots... especially the female." Here Gogmurt rolls his eyes. "Likes the longshanks female little too much. Make fool of himself. Not listens to Gogmurt anymore, so I's move out here to maze till chief gets senses back and kicks longshanks out."

Here Gogmurt shrugs apologetically. "We nots no beef with Sandpointers. You kill longshanks what giving bad advice to chief and we be no more trouble. You not need to kill anymore goblins 'K?"

So it seems Poot jumped into the pool to save himself from the monster and was washed out to sea. Farewell brave halfing! Your party still has a mission to accomplish. The thistle maze is now under your control, and you have Gogmurt securely bound in the central clearing. The bridge to the fort is to your north east. You know Gogmurt managed to signal them before you took him down, and sunset is now upon you.

What's your next move?