( Franziska is pleasantly charmed by how readily the goblins admit their crimes. Certainly, they are nothing of a significant nature, but it is still information, which is more than she'd had prior.

Lashing out at the goblin who seems to be babbling the most, she shouts: )

Fool! I care not for your trinkets.

( What's the best way to phrase this so that these simple creatures will understand? )

We are looking for true treasure. I wish to know of any secrets, or even rumours, about where the location of such an object might be.

( She's not anything if not direct.

Turning to her accomplice, she says, with a smirk on her face: )

Are you sure you can handle one?