Joli considered her actions.  Everything she'd been told about Goblins was that they were untrustworth liars and would stab you in the back for a half a pound of horse flesh.  She fixed in her minds what the creatures looked like, certain that she would not allow her ignorance to color her actions.  She trusted this thing about as far as she could throw it.  However in it's current condition and given it's size, she figured she could actually throw it a fair distance.<br/><br/>"Tell me first, then I'll free your legs.  But they look to be crushed under the cart.  The only reason you still yet live might be the weight of the cart on your legs." she said.  She thought of a deer that had been trapped by a fallen tree limb after a bad storm.  The beat had bleated and cried for release, but the moment the log was lifted, blood flowed to it's decimated limbs, and it died moments later, trying to crawl to freedom.  It would have been a mercy to kill that deer, and it might be one to kill this goblin as well.<br/><br/>Of course, she felt no need to give a goblin mercy, which is why she would free it if it would help her in some way.  "But," she said, "If I even suspect for a moment that you're going to be dangerous to me or if you lie to me, I'll cut you deep and leave you to bleed in the dark.  Now tell me what you will and speak no lies."