Pressed against the cave mouth and not turning Feldard thrust his arm out to wave for silence as Maruc approached. Maruc stopped a few feet away and took in the bloodspattered entrance. Feldarded knuckles whitened around the haft of his trusty axe and Maruc knew what was coming. Feldard turned and silently mouthed, “Goblins.” Maruc glanced back down the stream toward Hasan and Stephan, then start gesticulating wildy for them to get there. Now!
At least before Feldard decided to take on the whole goblin raid force himself with some light quip like, ‘Whats your problem? They’re only Goblins.’ or some terrible Dwarven warcry. Still by the sound of the excited Goblin voices stealth wasn’t much of an option. So as with most battle situations, the Dwarf was invariably right. Unsubtle, but right.
Miklos watched Maruc’s wild display with mounting alarm, then threw himself against the cliff wall to get out of the way of the elf and the warrior, guessing that Maruc and Feldard were in need of more physical help.
The confined space of the cave favoured melee Miklos knew well from his experiences in the tunnels of Specularum. He would have to think on his feet if he was to be any use.
With the others forewarned, Feldard once more put into practice his Goblinese trying to disguise his dwarven accent—he remained out of immediate sight—keeping to the side of the entrance. “We’re the reinforcements… sent for by Vlaak. What’s the hurry? Isn’t the mine secured yet? What are your numbers like?”
“Thank Fiery Eyes! Lord of Depth and Darkness! Help has come! Hup! Hup!”
The goblins within let out yowls of support—although some of them sounded a bit strained. The dwarf estimated their number to be around eight. He did not hear any wolves. It sounded like they were approaching the entrance.
Maruc offered a swift prayer to Halav.