Natacia finds herself battered and beaten, overwhelmed by the horde of goblins, too many for her to fight off or defeat with her magic. It's not long before she's being manhandled (or goblinhandled) back to their caves where they live. She's starting to become very very frightened indeed, seeing all the goblins mocking and taunting her. Surely they mean to kill her, but what are they waiting for? She soon finds out as what appears to the the tribal shaman approaches her. She shivers as she notes his dress, the ears, the skull. She surely is not among the holy here. She shakes her head as the shaman speaks, his common broken but his meaning quite clear. "I'm not here to steal from you..I stumbled across your people by accident and was only defending myself. I meant no harm.." she pleads her case, knowing she can't fight her way out. The sight of the women on the altar, three likely dead and one still alive, only adds to her growing despair. Can she get out of this alive?<br/><br/>(Dunno if this roll will be necessary, but Diplomacy check 13)