Hasan moved up beside Miklos, waving the heavily armored Stephan ahead of him. The elf put his bow away, drew his sword, and waited for the rush into the mine. Thoughts of home and Rahasia far away had long since disappeared, but Hasan’s sense of the absurd remained.
Maruc was tense but confident. His plan was to spring to the right hand side of the cave mouth just as soon a Feldard made his move. This had three advantages, first it got him out of the way of Hasan and Stephan, second it blocked a potential escape route and third it placed him in easy reach to bless any wounded.
He waited for the inevitable melee.
Stephan, sword drawn, mounted the incline to the mine entrance trying to keep as quiet as possible. He heard the goblin voices and understood—having learned goblinese in his first campaign in the Duke’s army.
In goblin, he said aloud, “Da, boss,” talking to Feldard as if he were the boss, “better have them come out one at a time. The footing is bad.” To emphasize, Stephan purposefully slipped on the loose gravel. “Damned in the Dark!” he cursed again in goblin.
Feldard passed on his guess of surviving goblins to the others holding up 8 fingers. He silently gestured to the elf to ready his bow even as Stephan attempted to draw out the goblins more. Bah! What was the human trying to do ruin everything!? No goblin would fall for that ruse!
Cluless as to the gutteral conversation being barked twenty feet or so ahead Miklos craned to see what was happening. He guess it might be a ruse by Stefan’s kicking of some loose stone. Judging by the lack of bodies the defenders must have retreated within the mines, assuming they were still alive the goblins would soon find themselves in a desparate predicament, more than capable of a rash action like a breakout. None could be allowed to escape to call for reinforcements.
Miklos prepared his trusty sleep incantation. Just in case.
Hasan hissed in Elvish under his breath to Miklos, “How long do you think Feldard can keep up this crafty turn? One … two … three … four …”
The dwarf honestly was trying to wait… but then he heard the goblins inside muttering amongst themselves. They had stopped approaching the entrance. He did not want to lose the element of surprise so he dwarf charged inside—axe already in position to strike.
“Five!” shouted Hasan as the others followed the feisty dwarf.
Inside were seven battle-weary Wolfskull goblins, most of them bearing wounds of varied severity. What the dwarf saw next ignited a blinding rage in him. There were various bodies within the cave, some goblins, but others were those of dwarven and gnomish miners.