Varros moves to the group keeping his eye on the farmhouse, "Well done all."
Gaven looks at the slain goblin and then at the charmed goblin and remarks, "that was easy." Pointing to the bows and arrows, Gaven says to Varros and Stan, "either of you good with a bow?"
Stan declines, but Varros takes the bow and the goblins' twenty arrows from Gaven. "Ollie, gather the rest of any salvageable gear."
The goblin spear appears to be in good condition, so Gaven picks it up for use as a missile. While waiting for Duran and Oloc to approach, Gaven examines the shank and determines that it definitely is human, and male based on size and shape.
Oloc is pleased to see that his spell worked. Turning to Duran he says, "Let me go see if I can speak with this goblin." The mage musters his courage and steps out of the trees, waving at the charmed goblin. He walks calmly but directly, trying to hide his fears that perhaps the spell didn't work.
Duran nods to Oloc as he moves away. He pulls another arrow from his quiver and keeps an eye out for any other threats as well as a watchful eye on the charmed goblin. When Oloc waves him over Duran manages to retrieve one of his fired arrows.
When Duran and Oloc are present, Gaven compliments them, "Nice work, you may have, temporarily, saved us from a larger battle. Let's see what information we can get from this villain."
Duran and Gaven search the goblins for any valuables or clues to who they are and why they are here. Apart from their weapons, the only thing of note the goblins possess is a half a skin of vinegar-like wine, and a combined total of 24 sp.
Oloc then speaks in the goblin tongue to the charmed humanoid. "I am sorry about your friend there. But you see," he adds, pointing to the leg over the fire and trying not to get sick, "That is also a friend of ours. My comrades were sworn to avenge his death with blood. But now the debt is paid."
He then smiles at the goblin. "My name is Oloc and I am your friend now. Will you speak to me and my comrades?"
"Yes," says the goblin in a calm, friendly voice.
The others keep careful watch all around as Oloc interrogates the creature, sometimes posing his own questions, sometimes taking questions from his comrades and interpreting.
"Are there other gobs about? Where and how many?"
"Yes, in the basement of the farmhouse. About ten." He points in the direction of the building.
"How many are on the roads, hills or forests nearby?"
"None now. Only us."
"Who is your master and what is your mission?"
"Grimtooth is our leader. We were told to scout, though not to what purpose."
"Where did you come from? Why does the sun not affect you?"
"From the forest that you call Stagwood. We are wood goblins, different from our underground kin."
"Who is your deity?" The goblin simply stares blankly, as if he does not understand the question. Rephrasing it does not seem to help.
"Why did you attack the boy and girl? Are they still alive?"
"They came upon us here. We could not allow them to tell of our presence. The male is dead. He cut Borrg, and Borrg slew him. The girl was unharmed when last I saw her. She is in the basement with Grimtooth. He keeps her in a back room, though I have not been there."
"Where are the boy's remains?"
"In the basement, just through the trap door."
"Are there any tricks or traps?"
"There is an alarm. I can show you."
"Any tunnels to a lair? Secret doors?"
The sun rises slightly higher above the trees. There is no movement you can see around the farmhouse and orchard.
It is now approximately 8:00 a.m.