Again, you barely perceive an expression as it flits across the halfling woman's features- appraisal? mirth?- but easily see a reaction from the goblin. She hisses in fear and loathing, and actually manages to scoot the chair back to keep you away.<br/><br/>"Don't knows names... I swears it. Call man with broken crown Jack, like Jack o' lanterns. Think maybe he wanted to be the "source" for real Jack's power. Lead Jack's army." The goblin's voice is almost pleading now. "I recognizes him by sight. You shows him, I names him as he is... please don't hurts me."<br/><br/>She looks between the two of you anxiously... and at the same time, you start to hear shouting up above. You can barely make out the word "bandits"; and so can the goblin, whose features twist in a disturbing expression of hope and relief.<br/><br/>"You knows plans... but can you really lets bandits attack your town?" The goblin woman's voice takes on a new edge, as she attempts to press her advantage... and judging by the halfling's face, it's a solid advantage to take.<br/><br/>"Gods damn you, Goblin..." She mutters, casting about the room anxiously. "Just you wait... I'm going to get back to this room in one piece, and then I'm going to take you up on your 'offer.'"<br/><br/>The halfling slams her fist into the goblin woman's temple, knocking her VERY unconscious once again. You get the feeling that the little goblin's head will be aching for months by the time you're through...<br/><br/>"Dammit, Valen. Could they really have mobilized that quickly?" Sharille looks to you, and you can actually hear the hint of fear in her voice. "Or worse, what if they  haven't, and I leave my friends and the people in town in danger?"