Lucky!

The horde of remaining goose goblin Goose Juice brewers rushes at you, eager for vegeance.

But! You wave your weapon defiantly at them.

“Stay back!” you shout. “Me and your dead friend had a deal.”

That stops them in their tracks. “Us goose goblins always keep our word,” one of them says. “Plus you look a bit scary close up. You’re free to go.”

It’s time to make a sharp exit before they change their mind. But which way?

There’s a door at the other end of the room. You can hear banging beyond it, like a marching band practicing or a big leg stomping about or something. You can go through the door, or you can go back the way you came, and head to the lizardy passage.