Andrik looked up from his whittling at the noise of the approaching goblins, having made only a small number of stakes. These he placed as he stood to get a better look at the approaching wagon but it was relatively hard to spot the details through the woods, which was probably why they had not been instantly spotted by the goblins themselves. Unless Itrhorne ordered some kind of supplies and forgot to tell them then the wizard mentioned was presumably whoever was responsible for the undeath plaguing the town.

Before he could suggest some kind of plan the aristocrat launched a series of daggers towards the group. Well there went any possible nonviolent solution or scouting of the approaching foes.

"[color=cd7f32] It would be useful if we captured some for questioning, so try to leave some alive.[/color]" 

Andrik hefted his crossbow and sprinted for the forest, shield raised to block any returned fire, hoping to get close enough to the goblins to stun one with the electric rod he had.