Another lance of pure cold arcs across the goblin's body... and it seems that the damage finally catches up to her. With one last, defiant lurch forward, the priestess crumples to the ground unconscious...<br/><br/>Just in time for the lackey to come out of his reverie.<br/><br/>"M-m-misstressss!" he wails, disregarding you completely to rush to her side. "No die, no die!"<br/><br/>As touching as his words seem for a moment, it quickly becomes apparent that there's more fear in his voice than any real reverence for the female goblin... as if her death means something even worse for him. It's a sniveling, cowardly sort of care...