"Do you have something else in mind? Because I have nothing better to do, and I could use that gold."
Galadren snapped, his mind turning to the belt pouch containing his friend's severed finger. Even if he could find a cleric, Galadren remembered how expensive it was to bring someone back from the dead. That unpleasantness combined with the revelation that someone else was pulling the strings behind the Red Fist's resurgence mixed a great deal of bile into his tone.
"That letter said Sinruth was trying to make a point by attacking Loudwater. Sure he's dead, but what makes you think some other idiot goblin won't get it into his head to rebuild the Red Fist!? Especially with this Emissary fellow, whoever and whatever she or he is, out there!? The only thing that will stop them is if we make a point back, here and now, what happens when they make that choice just like their forefathers - complete and absolute failure! I didn't - I don't think the heroes who stopped the Red Fist the last time, who gave their lives to see that happen, would want us to do anything less. So I'm going to make damn sure that this entire complex is scoured - of prisoners, stolen gains, and any idiot that had any part of this new Red Fist!"
Finally hearing himself, the elf takes a deep shuddering breath and then lets it back out in a long sigh.
"Sorry. I feel a little strongly about this."
Galadren finally admits after a long pause.
"I believe we have already found Mirtalla, the Captain and his son. Was there anyone else you know of that were taken?"