"Alright. A frontal assault it is, then..." Sharille smiles and returns your kiss, and then makes her way out of the cellar at full tilt. She's moving as fast as she can, you notice, but she does also take the time to stop and don her light leather armor, and her ornate sword. Gives you a few moments to prepare your spells, thankfully... but then it's off again, following the screams and shouts through the city streets until finally you arrive at the "scene."<br/><br/>And quite the scene it is... it seems that your kidnapping of their priestess has spurred the goblins into action. As pale-faced guards look on, goblins clad in screaming, rusty "armor" with pumpkin helms run amok, smashing through storefronts and howling to the skies in rage.<br/><br/>And behind it all... a shambling, unfinished construct, whose head is the shattered base of a particularly large pumpkin, moaning in pain and anger at its own incompleteness.<br/><br/>"Umm..." Sharille says, looking at the scene ahead of you. "You think that was part of their plan? It seems... well, like it would be pretty obvious if one of the guards got close and stabbed me, or shot me. Maybe they're just really bad planners?"