The goblin limbers up to her distant cousin and now surely mortal enemy but misses with the pick.
"Surrender to master, live"
The bugbear spits these words out at you with the club raised high above it's head. Yellow eyes, pupils slits, like it's staring into your very soul.
You ex-den mother coos to you Grub.
"Drizella can't help you now little sister, surely the power of this master is clear? A true god capable of influencing all he touches...and it's influence is carried upon many fingers"
OOC: Well griz you're still holding I know but if you wish to go now you can.