Zuu accepts the proffered hand. "It's what I was hired for, right? I thank you for your trust."

When her hand came away, it has a bit of Zuu's blood on it (Zuu lost 3 HP from an arrow wound). "Sorry, I thought it dried by now. He got me good right there." he says sheepishly.

While his fellow travelers clear away the corpses and prepare to depart, the warlock turns his full attention to the goblin.

"Now, your name. Your tribe. Your motivations. And what happened to the travelers riding these horses?"