He let out a breath of relief as she stood up. "Oh thank the gods. Or rather, thank you two! I don't know what I'd do if I had to fight them alone." Standing up to his feet he went to check on the donkeys. One was braying loudly in fright while the other was nearly dead. Pylia was quick to feed him a goodberry too to stabilize him, however he was still severely wounded. Not to mention the cart now had a broken wheel. "Good grief. Those goblins sure know how to set up an ambush. But where's my manners? My name is Ferric, Ferric Strider. That's my son, Mica Strider." Pylia checked on the wheel, poking it with her dagger. "I might be able to fix this a bit, but I'll need you two to hold the wagon up while I do so."