Blackscale Lagoon: Part I Thieves in the Night: A Bloody Welcome

Benford bids farewell to Therin and Cumwold, and follows Mole.

Benford makes sure that there are no razor-toothed animals lying in wait this time, and carefully traces the path left by their foes.

Goblin is never alone Mole prefers to kill this one

Varos will listen then look to Benford"Can you tell if it is alone? Capture and question then exterminate would be a good option. Information would be valuable."

Mole nods silently, but takes step back is if to say "I'm not doing that".

Dwarf thinks to himself question then exterminate, huh... this one is really evil, but what did I expect from an Elf, huh. He can imagine shooting an arrow at the goblin from distance, but can't imagine cutting a throat to a humanoid who surrender himself, especially after that humanoid have been cooperative enough to share valuable info.

Benford thinks for a moment. He hadn't considered that Goblins would be capable of giving up useful information. Devious for sure, but also cunning and exciting. He nods to Varos. "I'll grab one" he whispers.

Benford approaches quietly, slowly crawling through the brush. In a flash he rises up and engulfs the red-skinned goblin in his swampy cloak, clamping his hand over the goblin's as he wrestles him back down into the brush. From there he will try to bring him a safe distance back to the party.

Benford proudly displays his catch to the party.
He looks to Varos for approval, then kneels in front of the prisoner. He places his hands on the goblin's shoulders and begins shaking him.
"Now, tell us what you know, you swine! At once!" he intones, doing his best to sound intimidating.