Cerul grins wickedly, and the cleric flinches considerably when she cracks her knuckles again; the bruises from before are still plainly visible. The guard opens his mouth, beginning to stammer out a protest, then realizes that, not only could the two of them kill him without thinking about it, the prisoner could probably kill him very easily. He wisely shuts his mouth, and follows the order.<br/><br/>(Rather than play it out, I'll just give you the results.) After a brief interrogation, the cleric has spilled all he knows; their leader is an incredibly powerful hobgoblin, named Wyrmlord Koth. He and his entire tribe came to this region, under orders from someone else, to raid the surrounding area, and harry the town, keeping them busy and distracted. The Wyrmlord is holed up in, of all places, Vraath Keep, the very place the party intends to go, anyway. He has no idea why this is being done, or who game the orders, nor does he know for how long they're supposed to keep it up, but that, 'we'll know when the job's done'.