Racket.
Noise.
Tumult.

"Wasskal, whereforth are you casting electrical energies so early in the morning? I had spent the night on a quick analysis of this strange potion and discovered reptilian qual-" R'lyeh stopped as he took in the situation. Three Goblinoids dressed like riftraft, daggers drawn. "Oh. Company. Well then... This is rather awkward. Gentlemen and lady... I'm certain we can come to an agreement of sorts. If you intend to steal from us, we really have nothing of value..." At this point he was stalling, analyzing the possibilities and probabilities of the Goblin's movements. Like a grandmaster of chess, his mind was already busy calculating the material strength of their clothing, the physiological build to extract possible dexterity and agility as to expect just how fluid would combat be. The Social structure of order here judging by the stances, two appeared to be more dominant than the female. The one in the middle would be the one of concern, the leader of them. So ideally if we focus our attacks on the leader and sow the seeds of discord amongst them, this should be a rather easy encounter.

Wait, encounter?