Goblin Rothe

*screams erupt in the Drow Camp as a Goblin is devoured by a Hell Hound. The flames from the Huge beast show the smiling face of the Yath'sargtlin Edrik*

"Dead Rothe can naut speak" is the only words he mutters as he chuckles holding an envelope in his hand.

The Yath'sargtlin returns to his tent as he witnesses the last mouthful of the Goblin devoured by the Hell Hound.

Taleshias goblin slave Grott who had been sent too deliver a message too the Slave Mistress would blink and stare on in horror before falling onto his knees and wailing in goblin. "Nooooo Grilltilda, why do the pretty ones have too die so young!?" he would then blink realizing his outburst and attempting to sneak off.

*A drow male's voice carries back toward the goblin from across the camp, a monotone shout of mild annoyance*

"Some of us are trying to sleep, not that I, Dargoth, master warlock, would imply that I am capable of such an unfabulously pedestrian act of... sleep."

"Also, if you're going to die do so quietly or I'll follow you into hell and drag you back here so you can learn to do it... Properly... I'm not sure where I was going with that" *Lapsing into an uncertain silence*

"Also, endeavor to avoid causing such a mess this time, or I will be forced to, as a gentleman, kill you twice as hard."

"That is all"