"Aww, c'mon, it's funny!"

Karlach is helping by looking menacing with an ax.

"As I've explained to my eight-year-old, it's not funny unless everyone's laughing."

Look! Here he is, remembering that he can't just stop the windmill with his bare hands anymore. ...He's not actually sure how to remove this gnome from the windmill. "Uh, guys, help?"

"Hey, you can't just--"

"--disobey a True Soul?"

Ah. True Souls. They have fucked up. "C'mon, boss. We were just having a laugh. No hard feelings, right?"

"Yes! Yes hard feelings!"

Lae'zel and Gale run into the windmill to see if there's a stopping mechanism inside.

He's going to hang out on the windmill and figure out how to get Barcus Wroot down once the windmill is slowed.

The goblins, under the watchful eye of Shadowheart and Astarion, decide discretion is the better part of valour.

There's an alarming thunking noise from the windmill, and the blades stop, with the one Barcus is tied to halfway around the circuit.

He spins the wheel a bit more so that the gnome is next to him, unties the gnome, and carries him down to the ground.

"Well, get on with it. You saved me, now you extort me. This is how it works, yes?"

"Well, my plan was to escort you away from the goblins, but if you want to be extorted I can oblige."

Wow, that gnome looks almost entirely bleached. 

"Well, if you want something off me, you'll have to find my pack.  I should have ditched it; that's how they caught me." He comes across as very stressed and trying to puff himself up bigger than he is.

"How about we help you find your pack, don't take anything from it, and escort you to-- um-- somewhere." He belatedly realizes there's nowhere within reasonable walking distance without any goblins. 

"I really should be off-- not that I don't appreciate the lack of extortion. I'm trying to find me friend." He pulls a pendant off his neck to show Cayden. It's covered in dried blood. "I gave this to him when we were much younger. Just recently, I found it around the neck of a Low Town thug."

"I'd offer to help you find him but we kind of have a long to-do list."

"Which is why I'm planning to do it myself. You've likely got higher priorities to attend to." He's not being sarcastic, but there is a deep well of panicked resignation at finding himself having to be an adventurer.

He knows that expression. (It usually results in him being generous with his magic items, but he doesn't have any magic items to be generous with, other than the hangover cure which Barcus is unlikely to find particularly useful.)

"Do you know where your pack might be?"

He spins in a circle. "It'll be around here somewhere." The windmill is surrounded by rubble and shrubbery that could hide a gnome sized pack in their shadows. "I really don't need it."

"Always a pleasure to help a fellow adventurer."

He is being so reasonable in unreasonable circumstances and not rolling his eyes. 

Cayden will do, like, five minutes of Gnome Pack Searching/Waiting For Goblins To Come Back So He Can Scare Them Off. 

He finds it under the second bush he checks.

The goblins seem reasonably cowed.

Cool!

He whistles cheerily as he gives Barcus the pack.