Pyotr listens as you ask your questions and make plans under a cloudless sky with a full moon. The goblin drums and war-chants get louder and louder. He leans in close so you can hear him.
"We're a fighting people, and hunters too," he says. "Me, my wife, my son, all good shot with bow. Alfana better with dagger. My daughter Irina, you not met her yet, and Stellios have slings. Splitting up good idea. Stay inside, though, agreed."
The module writers must have anticipated this question. Page 8 includes a stat block for the entire clan! Those Brits think of everything.
Not only that, they also listed the contents of the armory, or armoury
as they call it.The master of the house turns to Marion. "Of course! We have bow you can borrow," he offers. "Understand the Hin (halflings) are good shot with bow. We honored to have you on our side. No oil, I'm afraid," he says, turning back to Athelstan. "In forest, you want to burn something, burn wood."
Pyotr notices Bizenghast counting the fires. "Goblin trick," he says, heading over to her. "Light many fires in darkness. Hide their true numbers."
As if on cue, the drumming and chanting suddenly stop. All is silent.
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.