Segev utterly ignores the gobblins other than to move so Korg and Lannstucht 
are between himself and those dire wolves. He just heads for the eastern branch 
that leads to Penticon.
 
    Glim, bringing up the rear, isn't really paying attention to what's going on 
ahead of whoever's in front of him. He's in that semi-cognizant state of mind 
where math and imagination meet. In other words, he's on crack without the 
crack. He can almost hear something going "whuppawhuppawhuppawhuppa" in the 
background of his mind.
 
    Korg's reaction to noticing the goblins is the same he would have when 
coming across any other armed strangers, merely to reach behind himself and 
loosen his greatsword in its back sheath before returning his right hand to the 
reins.  He moves Grithak and himself a bit more towards the front of the group 
without being obvious about it, but doesn't do anything to call their attention, 
trusting that one of the more intelligent and better spoken members of the party 
will know better how to gauge their intentions.
 
    Tanda eyes the goblins and rides with the other wary folk, keeping Korg 
between herself and the gobbos.
 
    Roland moves quietly to the head of the group, making no threatening action 
towards ther goblins or their mounts. He approaches the fork and does not 
address them unless spoken to.
 
    Menaria barely even seems aware of her surroundings as she just travels with 
them.  Not even realizing that they've left the city. Her normal joyful 
gleefullness is dulled by the sadness of times.  Her attention strays between 
her folded hands in her lap to the holy symbol around her neck dangling between 
her breasts. "Why our temple? Why did it have to be ours? Why couldn't it have 
been...?" A gasp comes from her mouth as she stops herself from continuing that 
thought. "Blasphame! How could I even wish it upon another of my faith!" Tears 
form in her eyes once more as she berates herself silently. Her hands clinch 
tightly in her lap as she attempts to regulate her breathing in controling her 
turmoiling emotions.  She is totally oblivious to everything around her.
 
    Roland slows down to look to Menaria after her short outburst. His calm 
black eyes are matched perfectly with his smile, white teeth both greatly 
contrasting and charmingly combining with his jet black eyes. 
    "My lady, now is the time that your faith is being tested by your goddess. 
Right now you need to abandon yourself and your grief, as well as any other 
emotion you might feel, and bring your lady goddess a situation set right. It 
can be done by your hands and yours alone, but if they tremble with your own 
petty feelings, you might drop that which you wish to give."
    He smiles reassuringly, then adding something extra. "When one thinks of his 
or her own size and scale in contrast to that of the multiverse in which we 
live, one might think her or himself insignifigant. This is your opportunity to 
make yourself signifigant, Menaria. This is your chance to devote yourself to a 
cause and bring about a change for the better in this world, whether that change 
be as small as solving a simple crime to bring justice to the guilty, or whether 
it be as large as saving your own religion, now is not the time to grieve. Grief 
brings about naught but fruther grief." With this, he once again smiles, and 
resumes his walk to the fork in the road with the two goblins.
 
    "A man, or woman, is only as insignificant as they allow themselves to be," 
replies Segev, showing seemingly no concern beyond his as ever quiet speech that 
the goblins might overhear. "We are as we make ourselves. While this task is 
imminently worthwhile, do not tie your worth to mere justice or salvation of a 
world. These things, if they are your goals, come from you yourself being great. 
You are strong, Menaria. Do not berate yourself; a wish to not suffer is not 
wrong."
    He eyes Roland as he continues, though he still speaks to Menaria. "Losing 
yourself is the surest way to failure. For one who is lost cannot be of any use 
to themselves, let alone others - mortal or divine. You grieve. You are strong, 
and will overcome your grief. Remember who you are and what you seek. These 
things are more important than self-chastisement if you are to continue on.
    "While emotions can be a hinderance, never let another tell you they are 
petty. That is your decision, and yours alone. If you choose to present the 
solution to your goddess, it shall be a mark of your strength. Remember that. 
For I know you to be a great woman - the relative size of the multiverse is 
irrelevant in the face of a woman such as you." While he never actually shifts 
from his standard tones, there is just a touch of respect in his voice as he 
finishes that last line.
 
    Roland simply shrugs at this. "One must lose himself to find himself, and we 
all walk our own path. Despite what you or I might say," he nods to Segev, "the 
desicion ultimately wrests upon this woman's shoulders. She has a cause. A cause 
can not be fought for with collapsation. Wars are not won because of grief. Now 
is the time for her fight. She cannot win if she does naught but sit and be 
company to misery." He carries no spite in his voice as he says this. The words 
he speaks seem well-known to him and well-practiced. "This world is made of 
unchisled stone. If we douse our own cannonpowder in tears before we burn out, 
we may save self, but we make little impact on the world around us."
 
    Menaria looked up thru her tear lined eyelashes at Segev and Roland. Amazed 
at how the two men thought. She considered herself lucky to have people that 
were so concerned about her welbeing.  Lifting her chin up, she nodded. "Yes...I 
shouldn't dwell on what has happen, but look to the here and now and what 
possibilities the future holds. It hurts...she was like a mother...for I never 
knew.." she stumbled over the words but swallowed hard. "At least she is with 
the goddess now. And I must see through this hardship and consider it another 
layer of conquest awaiting to be explored." She sighs as she eyes the two men 
warmly. Smiling a little, her dull eyes shine, reflecting a little of her old 
sparkling self. "I thank you two. You are true friends."
 
    Lannstucht inwardly rolls her eyes at the melodramatic dialogue behind her.  
Death and grief, simply aspects of life.  Painful perhaps, but certainly no 
excuse to curl into a helpless moaning ball.  And for a woman to do so!  
Inexcusable, although perhaps not unexpected in one who followed such a useless 
and decadent deity.  At least she was finally showing signs of returning to the 
living.  Putting her inner thoughts aside, Lannstucht begins to listen to the 
goblins' argument in the hopes of finding a more intelligent conversation to 
divert her boredom with.
 
    While Glim's mind wanders, noise and voices filter in through what could be 
considered his brain.
    "YES! Impacts!"
    He pulls a wadded bit of parchment out of his vest and scribbles some notes 
on it.
 
    The goblins, who up until this point were content to ignore anyone else who 
may be wandering along in favor of their increasingly heated arguement, jerk 
their heads up upon Glim's enthusiastic statement.  Both of them draw their 
swords, and hold them warily as they keep a tight hand on their mounts' reins.  
They appear to be sizing you up.
    The one in studded leather armor lowers his sword first, and dismounts.  He 
sheaths his sword and approaches the group.
    "My apologies," he states in Common.  "My paladin friend and I are tracking 
a monster, have you seen anything unnatural pass this way?"  The paladin in 
question is staring quite intently at Segev, his knuckles turning blue on his 
sword.