"We've been trying to gather a force together to be able to leave this place, safely, along with enough money to survive. And what is this... mercenary, you speak of?" "I'll explain it when we get back, boss," one of the hobgoblins says, as they make ready to leave, casting worried glances towards the unassuming-looking mage-god. In a couple minutes, any trace that they were there is gone, not that they'd left any markings to begin with, thanks to the Pass Without Trace affecting all of them.