The man waves his hands frantically.<br/><br/>"I just... we just..." He stammers, and starts to struggle against the entangling vines around his feet. "We weren't sacrificing nothing... we didn't hurt nobody, just met with the goblins to help them build a body for Jack. The-they were going to take him to serve the Bloodlord..."<br/><br/>With a great grunt of effort, the man lurches backward, trying to pull himself completely free of the entanglement... and of course, drawing the quick and furious ire of your halfling companion. With two rings of steel against bone, the man drops, wordless, to the ground.<br/><br/>Only when she's sure of the fact that the men in the room have been dispatched does Sharille speak.<br/><br/>"Little Death?" In spite of the chaos of the combat, you can hear the heavy mirth in the halfling woman's voice. "My, my, but you do have a penchant for the dramatic. You may wish to try your hand at barding at some point... maybe make you some extra coin between jobs."