Re: Night 5: Down under Gorna
Dregz eyes narrow as the big Orc threatens his kinswoman and the priest's lips begin a litany of silent prayer ... but stops as Minmorc backs off.
Hearing the druid's words, Dregz nods slowly in agreement. "Maybe," he mutters. If push comes to stick-em-with-the-pointy-end, there's Bully, Jurz, himself ... and probably Oopses that'll stand by Moffa, though he's not sure which side Riza or Raven will choose.
Before he leaves, the goblin reopens the chest that Riza rifled through, looking for the magic that he could sense in there.
"Don't forget dis !" he entreats the bigguns, even Minmorc. Violent and bad-tempered the Orc may be, even charmed, but he's still the strongest of the group, and in his weakened state, the little goblin can barely manage to stagger around with his Holy Book. "Der's gold 'ere !"
Once assured that the gold has been pocketed, Dregz is content to follow the main group, though he keeps most of his attention upon Minmorc, and his hand near a magic stick at his side.