Die Dog Die, End Combat

The crowd from the White Deer can be heard clearly, cheering and shouting encouragement. A few of the braver souls have started filtering out from the inn to stand and watch the proceedings, looking excited, but hanging back enough to suggest more than a little fear. The nobleman has regained his composure, and clenches his fist in support.

The lone goblin, realizing with a sinking clarity that this will be the end of him, and not too keen to die just yet, throws down his weapon and squeals for mercy. His little arms jut up into the air, palms stretched, showing his surrender.

“Haaraan, haaraan, haaraan, druuc'd mor!”("Please, please, please, don't hurt!") he squeals in goblin.

Guy, seeing his opportunity, moves forward to stand over the goblin, kicking his dogslicer far out of reach, and making sure, at the same time, that none of his companions decide to end the little green fellow's life.

The crowd cheer, and with the relative calm that descends after their outburst of joy, you notice that there is no discernible sounds of combat elsewhere in Sandpoint. It appears that the goblin raid may be over. At least for now.

The nobleman strides forward, his lip curled up in distaste at the goblin prisoner.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Aldern Foxglove.". The man thanks you all profusely, walking around, shaking each of your hands in turn. When he reaches Arao, he takes the big dragonborn’s hands and clasps them strongly. "A true hero! If you hadn't come along when you did they would have killed me. I owe you now. I am in your debt! I just wish those filthy little things hadn't killed poor Raxnor. He may have been too old for the hunt now, but he was still my favourite dog!."