Ozwald simply accepted the party invite after hearing the notification noises sounding, but quickly went back to looking around his surroundings, going from the skys, to the ground. He managed to keep up with the group, though paying them little head at this time. There was no real point, roles didn't really come out at level one in most games, so it was a few bodies moving as a whole, some close range, others more distant. Nothing special. 

When the goblin like creatures were then found infront of the party, Oz looked them over, judging which order they needed to die in to be the most effective. Mages first normally, the one with bombs could be tricky, but depending on the systems of the game, could potentially be the easiest to off, and the highest hitting foe. He looked back and forth, doing eeny meeny miny moe in his head, prior to seeing Elik charge at the bomber, and attempting to tell the party what to do as well. "Nope!" Oz smiled, as he gracefully pulled out a knife, and then got close enough to the robbed goblin to attack. "I like this one more, he is mine, I shall call him Po." He threw his knife as hard as he could.