Steppe Archer made a good point, at least in Druid Girls' earw and mind. They had no idea what the cave was like, and even if she herself was at home in any natural enviroment, there was no telling what these greenlittle thieves had done to the place. There might be traps, given that they'd stolen rope, or they could have set up unnatural barriers or fake walls. It was certainly possible.

Big Red also made a valid suggestion. Assuming this was athe only way in and out was a bit native. Most larger caves had multiple entrances and exits, and if the cave was home to multiple creatures, it would stand to reason that the place was no mere bear's cave, but something bigger. As for discussing formation though... That seemed a bit redundant to the nature mage... Their lizard friend was obviously the frontline, their foreign huntress was obviously fire-support and she herself had the role of support. But if the big, red and scaley one wanted to mix things up, she'd at least humor him.

"Fine then, let's look around and see what we can discover. We can talk about where to set up and how to go about things once we've surveyed the area, right?" She half-stated, half-asked, half-assumed.

The raven-haired young lady wasted no time. She at once walked over to a nearby tree and managed to call down a small, blue bird. After a bit of talking, it flew off, apparently doing some kind of favor for the druid. Next, she called up a family of squirrels, but she didn't have them do anything, instead she merely asked about the lay of the lands and then thanked them by giving them a bit of trail-mix she had left over in her bag.

Next, she moved on to the main event... The source of the foul stink. Honestly, she'd prefer to stay away from any sort of festering, unsanitary cesspool at all times if possible, but they needed to make sure there wasn't a hidden hole or emergency escape route at it. OTherwise, [i]they[/i] might be the ones getting ambushed.

Clearing her way through some tiny bushes, Druid Girl came upon the source of the stink with relative ease - it wasn't hard to follow the increasingly unpleasant odor after all. However, both she and Lizard Fighter had been wrong in their assumption. It wasn't a latrine, more than anything, it looked like a garbage-dump. It was a medium-sized hole, cruedly dug, filled with all manners of foulness. Rotten meat, urine, feces, bones, mangled carcasses of small creatures, broken objects, rotting wood, regurgitated bile, a shoe and other things of no worth or value. There was no apparent chutes or holes, no doorways or small crevaces, just a shallow pit filled to the brim with crap. Figuratively and litteraly.

Druid Girl made a discontent face as she circled the area for a bit, looking behind trees and stones, in stumps and under large tree roots, but eventually she returned to small clearing with the mossy cave. She hadn't found anything, and the squirrels from before had told her that there wasn't any other nearby caverns or openings into the ground.

"So, goblins have refuse piles? I did not know this." She said, jokingly, as the discovery was less than beneficial, and she had put herself at risk of catching some horrible disease just by being in proximity to that bacteria-spewing, unsanitary heap of decay. "Let me help you gather though." The girl said to her fellow female, gignerly jogging up the side of the treeline, bending down and beginning to pick up sticks, twigs, grass of acceptable length and fibre-durability. The only taps she knew how to make herself were pitfalls with sharpened sticks in them - her father used those to help keep vermin and undesirable critters off the farm back in the day.

After a bit of rummaging and foraging, the caramel-skinned lass dropped off her supplies with the arher, and returned to look at Big Red over her shoulder.

"Well then, how do you want to ste things up? There're no big boulders or rocks to hide behind here, at least not near the entrance itself. We could take cover in the treeline, or sit atop the cave and attack them from above when they come out?" She suggested two alternatives. Truth be told, she wasn't exactly a military or tactical genius, her skill-set wasn't focused on efficiently dealing with groups of tiny, ill-tempered humanoids. after all.

Sad as it was, she also couldn't exactly offer any kind of extra support. Had she been more skilled, she might have been able to convince of the stronger forest animals to fight alongside them, but as it was, even if she asked they wouldn't be inclined to help an inexperienced druid like herself. Suddenly, there was a tweet from above, and the girl's head snapped up. The tiny blue bird had returned, flying in a circle overhead, before swooping down and lending in the druid's extended palm.

"Well, how'd it go my little friend?" The bird flaired it's wing, cocked and titled its tiny head and tweeted and chirped a few times. "So, you couldn't find anything like another cave or crevice either? I guess that means this is the only real in and out for this place... At least for any reasonable distance." With that, she gently gave the bird a small peck ontop of its head, and the avian sang in joy, before taking off into the air and flying off - obviously not staying around, possibly due to sensing the imminent struggle about to take place. Druid Girl turned to her allies, smiling. "Seems we don't need to worry about being attacked from the rear or sides though. That little one said there weren't any other locations nearby that looked like exits, so this one here's probably the only way they can come at us." She paused, and tapped her chin. "Unless, of course, some of them are out right now and plan to return later... Then they might come up on us from behind.."