"Yup, you said it, Krys!" Cely remarked with a nod as she took a position next to her with her bow drawn.  The other two formed up by their sides.  "What do you think?  Should I take the fat ass out first?" she asked, nocking an arrow into her bow.  They could hear the fat goblin barking orders, particularly as he peered toward them.  He yelled something in his primitive language, and the goblins quickly gathered the captives, tugging them up unto their knees and drawing their daggers in preparation to kill them.