Colnmushgnome wrote:"Good boy, Squishy! You stayed away from the goblin and gave Daddy room to swing his hammer." Urist throws the dog a treat from his ration-bag.
He turns his attention to the others. "Well, the goblins know about us now, and that's that. We can hunker down here and let them throw wave after wave of expendables at us, or we can find their boss, root the tribe out of their lair, and take all their loot. My vote should be obvious. Are we done with this prisoner, or shall we ask it a few more questions?"
"Well, right now the 'prisoner' is in no condition to answer any questions..." nudging the unconscious body of the goblin.