"Tie them up and gag them, but I would not do any manner of search or interrogation until we've cleared the other room. There's obviously more enemies there, and the risk is too great."
Neithardt replies as he emerges from the clump of dead hill giant bodies strewn across the room. How many was that, 10? 20? He surveyed the level of destruction that they've managed to wreak upon their opposition; it was impressive, but in a way, also quite terrifying, and as Neithardt switched his gaze across to the two remaining young hill giants that were just barely kept alive, he wondered if the more humane thing to do would have been to kill them rather than to leave a pair of orphans amidst a mountain of corpses of their dead kin.
"Our ability to question them is highly contingent on one of us being able to speak Giant anyway. Which...well, I suppose I could...on a good day. All the same, I don't think there's much value in questioning these, erm...children. I say we catch our breath for five minutes or so, then immediately assault the other room while we still have the momentum and they remain unawares."
Regardless of their decision, of course, Neithart was sitting down and taking a breather on one of the oversized beds.