Ringel looks at the dead Hydra, then Jorr, and then the road ahead. And somehow seems to shrink away from all three at once. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to own the place or put the Goblins there or want to go there all that much, let alone squelch and splash, it's just… We want the Ferry safe and I'm big. she explains apologetically to the hunter, while giving Telrayel, returning empty-handed, a one-armed sidehug of appreciation for his effort. But, um… she leans somewhat towards Jorr, making sure she keeps a polite and cautious distance. If you need Knight Novalis poached from that saddle before he'd ride off too fast to follow, just say.