The chaos of the battle resolved itself into the chaos of the battlefield. Dead goblins littered the ground and both goblin and gnoll corpses were being tugged by the current downstream. Whatever lived in the river would feast on goblin flesh tonight – if they could stomach it.
Various members of the party turned to different tasks of post-battle cleanup. Dok started to collect the ears for a bounty and seemed concerned with dealing with the bodies. (Nothing said about those in the river, most of which have flowed out of easy reach.)
Hornet called out to the ex-prisoner who had joined the fight and burned several goblins with spells. The ½ elf responded by returning Thaoran’s dagger and introducing himself as Fenris Kaine.
After receiving his dagger back, Thaoran spoke to the twins who had remained hidden in the brush. He spoke of the mission from Botkinburg and asked for information about the goblins, the cave and . . . elves. The two were obviously a bit overwhelmed by the battle but held their goblin-spears at the ready as they watched the nearby woods for more of the evil creatures. When they heard the name of Botkinburg they seemed relieved, even pleased that their home had not forgotten them.
“Yes, we are the Malkin brothers. We were taken out of the meadow days ago. It is hard to remember how long – over a week. We were taken to the cave by the goblins.” Hearing the concern in Thaoran’s voice they shook their heads. “No, no elves that we saw. But they clearly were looking for prisoners and I had the impression we weren’t the first. But we don’t speak goblin. They kept asking us about the village and traders who came through the area. But the other guy . . . “ Here they paused and looked around. “No, not Fenris. The other guy, the fourth prisoner. Where is he? I think he spoke goblin. He only arrived recently, and he seemed angry with the goblins. Not like we were, we were horrified and defiant, but he seemed to expect something. He never spoke in front of us, but as he was leaving the cell . . . some time ago, time really loses its meaning in a cave . . . I thought I heard him speak goblin. I cold be wrong, but where did he go?”
When asked about the caves themselves the two had little to say. They were dragged there at night and put in a cell. They were fed, the food was actually not bad – it probably came from caravans or our own herds! But they really only saw their cell, a hallway and an interrogation room. They did see a big pile of crates and boxes, plundered loot by the look of it, on the way in. The hallways were all stone that they saw, but fairly well carved out – not raw cave walls. But it smelled badly of goblin.
As the group scavenged through the various goods that the fleeing goblins left behind you found:
100 gp total (in various denominations) on the various corpses.
Various weapons – mostly spears, shortswords and shortbows and arrows of goblin quality. Usable, but nothing great.
Some of the sacks included what looked like trade goods – bolts of cloth, pots and pans, and in some fairly decent food stuff. None of it is of great value but there is a modestly sized pile of it.
The chest that Fenris had been carrying holds 500 sp, 100 gp, and 10 small pieces of jewelry worth about 250 gp total. There is also one potion bottle that glows in response to Soledad’s detect magic spell.
Fenris’ does not recognize his gear among the stuff found.
The only other object that seems to glow in response to the spell is something on one of the gnolls – but you barely notice that as the current takes it and begins to drag it away down-river. It is now in midstream (50’ out and 50’ downstream in deep water). You can’t tell what it was.
The twins do tell you that the leader of the goblins does not appear to be among the dead.
You are welcome to ask more questions – these were answers to some vague starting questions.