Except Suva would not be coming up with a plan.
He was still fear stricken by the charging hobgoblin's roar. It looked as though the man would be doomed, but the panicked herd of goblins was his savior, at least for the moment. They swarmed past Triage, doing their best to ignore her and just run, like water around the rocks of a river. But their momentum carried them into the path of the Hobgoblin. And all goblins are extremely loyal to their own kind, and so, the bloodfrenzied was halted as they ran through, flooding around Suva, Triage, and the Hobgoblin.
Up ahead, the pathway they came from was cleared, the Hobgoblin was slowly advancing, and Suvaraih was seemingly useless still. No, it was not up to Suva to come up with a plan. It was up to Triage. She would decide her own fate and the fate of her comrade. Soon, a shrill whistle came from the now cleared pathway. It sounded metallic, and somehow, it sounded Yari, instead of being a goblin instrument. It was hard to pinpoint why it felt that way, but that's what it was. This further drove the goblins away.
Liandra was busy it seemed, but she was true to her word. The slow would be left behind, and that window of opportunity was closing fast. The choices were clear. Press forward down the northbound path. Press into the east, then northern path. Try to get past the hobgoblin on the southern path. Or head west back outside. Or remain where they were and pray for the best. But a decision would need to be made before it was made for them.