Astarion and Shadowheart provide support, Shadowheart using magic from the higher vantage point and Astarion from the shadows.

The goblins are not prepared for such fierce resistance, and perish accordingly. They fail to take even one person down, too.

"That was the last of them," calls the one others called Zevlor. "Inside, all of you! More may follow. Open the gate!"

"There must be a horde of them nearby. More will come, again and again; they will besiege this place."

"Unfortunate for them."

"And for us. We must find this Zorru. Or, perhaps, someone else; these druids could well know more about the infection, too."

"Don't be ridiculous. No one knows more than githyanki about mind flayers."

"It is always better to have more rather than fewer options, I feel. Let's go inside. Oh, and Lae'zel? Stand down. I will side with these people if you attack them."

"Who do you think you are?"

"An elf trying to survive, thank you kindly. I will do whatever it takes to ensure that."

"Tsk. You have more steel in you than I expected. I will follow."

Once they're through and the gate is closed behind them they walk into a continuation of the argument from outside.

"There are children here, you fool!" Zevlor yells at the one human.

    "We was running for our lives!"

"Yes, and while running you led them straight to us. And you let them take the druid too. Unbelievable!"

"You know, that could have ended a lot worse than it did."

The human finally notices them. "...and who the hells are you supposed to be?"

"My friends and I here are the people you owe your sorry life to. Say 'thank you'."

(Lae'zel snorts at this. Apparently when she's not the one being demanded politeness of it is very amusing.)

"Well I didn't ask for any gods damned help!"

"Oh please, you were nearly wetting your breeches out there, and it's because of you that Kanon is dead." There were other people with the human too but he's clearly the "brains" of this operation.

Zevlor draws in a sharp breath at the name but the human twitches with guilt—and then anger. He moves to punch Astarion...

...who dodges the punch easily and uses that momentum to get behind him and grab him in a headlock. "I'm so sorry for this," Astarion says to the tiefling. "I didn't mean to interrupt but he was such a delectable target, I couldn't help myself."

    The human is starting to have trouble drawing in breath as he struggles but if anything that makes Zevlor look even more approving.

"Oh, you were right." He looks at the human. "He was right. Kanon is dead because of you. I've a mind to kick you out of this camp."

Astarion releases the human so he can talk.

    He coughs and glares at him. "First I get nearly gutted by goblins and now I get strangled by a bloody elf. I'm done. I'm out. Fuck this, and fuck you, foulblood."

Zevlor doesn't even twitch at the racist remark and just watches impassively as the man leaves, his two companions following him. Then he sighs and shakes his head. "The goblins will be back, no doubt. We'll need to pack up and leave." To Astarion: "Thank you. I'm Zevlor."

"Astarion, and these two lovely ladies with me are Lae'zel, of the githyanki, and Shadowheart, cleric of Shar."

His eyes pause on the githyanki and narrow for a moment before he looks at Astarion again. "Well met. I should warn you: visitors are no longer welcome in this grove. Whatever your business, I'd see to it quickly; the druids are forcing everyone out. This attack will only strengthen their resolve."

"We will not be staying long. We are looking for someone who might help us with a little, ah, health problem we have in common, and we have a lead that brought us here."