Maruc helped bring Taras down. It would be a while before they could perform the proper rituals, and Kuzma was more that qualified to do so. His eyes strayed over the battle worn group. Their need for swift action was pressing, but also they couldn’t leave in this mess. If Stephan was ever going to retrieve his horses, he would need to leave as soon as possible, but would he sacrifice this need over the the most immediate needs of his family? It was his decision to make and Maruc didn’t envy it. Also, Hasan was scouting, no decision could be made until he reported what he saw.
“Well, I don’t know about you lot. But I have to rest and pray. Before long all your wounds will need to be treated.” Maruc used what healing he could on the most severely wounded members of their group, leaving Kuzma and Irina to attend to the wounded members of the family.
Miklos too felt tired. He sat opposite the tied goblin wondering what they were up to on the battlements. He knew he was no impressive man to look at, so he menaced the goblin with Denetiata’s wand. Miklos knew it was devoid of power…but the goblin didn’t.
He waited for Feldard to return and relieve them all of this creature.
Hasan returned. “All signs lead to the east. The Vipers took the horses that way, and it appears the Wolfskull abandoned the assault in order to pursue them. See this, which I found there—recognize the tower, by any chance, Stephan?”
Stephan examined the silver amulet, but did not recognize the tower.
The elf continued. “Although the tracks from there are unclear, it would be no surprise if they led away to the east in the end. I also saw the clear tracks of the horses and two smaller clans heading east. Unless those bats can serve as messengers, the goblins that have left cannot expect us to have survived the night. We should pursue them as soon as we can.”
The dwarf marched in the door, returning from his chase. He found the former floating goblin now all trussed up. Feldard looked to Miklos “Why are they still alive? Or are you hoping I can get them to talk?”
The dwarf walked over to one of the goblins and kicked it, asking it why it had attacked. “Bruhla lak tor rud hakta?”
He totally ignored the creatures first attempt at an answer and kicked it again demanding the truth. “Vrra!”
The goblin bodyguard was quite terrified. His entire clan had been wiped out. His once-mighty king sat a few feet away, also captured and helpless.
“Glaak hrak vshklong cklachkach Vlaak…” the goblin started talking. Apparently, the clans were brought together by a powerful hobgoblin named Vlaak. Their mission was to clear all the settlements in the area. It was supposed to have been easy.
As the interrogation was under way, Stephan checked on his family. After seeing that everyone was safe, he went to Pyotr. His brow was furrowed. “Brother, would you have me pursue your horses? It may be the only thing left of value with which to rebuild. I know it’s difficult right now, but we should….”
His words trailed off as he looked in his brother’s swollen eye, grey eyes. He knew all too well that pursuit in this condition was folly. Stephan himself could barely stand. He needed rest and found it on a mat in an upper room.