At the arhcer's inquiry about getting help from the local wildlife, Druid Girl shook her head with a pensive frown.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not able to do that yet. I can ask them for guidance or information, but making them risk their life for me is beyond my current abiliies. B-but, one day, I'll be able to call upon them!" She added the last bit, closing her hands into fists to show her determination to grow stronger.

At the brawny reptile's inquiry about making fire, Druid Girl again shook her head. Didn't look like today was her day of living up to tohers' expectations or needs...

"No, I can't. Well, I could, if we made a campfire... But you can already do taht yourself. The spells I learned from my Master were a basic healing spell and a basic ice spell. Fire-spells aren't typically taught to young druids, because fire's a difficult element to control and can cause a lot of damage if not used correctly or wisely." She paused and tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Though I guess that's why wizards and sorcerers learn thoe kind of spells early on... Anyway, I'm sorry."

On the topic of tatics though, it seemed they were split. Their archer wanted to sit atop the cave's entrance and pick off the goblins as they came out, safe in an above advanrage point and surprising ambush-sort-of-way. Their lizardman fighter however, felt they should stick to the treelines and provide him support from afar. Problem was, neither of Druid Girl's major magic spells were particularly suited for long-range use. Sure, her pixie and faerie fire could be used from any distance really, but not her healing or offensive ice-spell.

"I think it'd be better if I stayed close to you, Big Red. I can't heal you if I'm far away, and I can't freeze the goblins if they're far away from me either." She said. "I'll ask some of the birds here to help our friend keep an eye out for any sneaks coming from around or beyond this place though." She added, making sure that they'd have extra eyes and ears to avoid being ambushed themselves.

After a bit of more talking about how to set themselves up, Druid Girl went off a short bit and had a very one-sided conversation with some of the tiny, local birds. It didn't take long for the raven-haired caramel-skinned lass to return though, a chipper smile on her face as she came back to her companions.

"There, I asked some of them to help you keep an eye out for any would-be ambushes." She told Steppe Archer. "If they see anything, they'll start chirping and flapping their little wings to let you know something's coming."

Looking over at their giant red bruiser, Druid Girl noticed the strange, makeshift weapons he had made for himself. She didn't really understand why he needed more tools of murder, when his big ol' sword was well and good enough for cutting things in twain. Still, having extra weaponry gave the girl an idea, and she soon began to pace about the clearing, and slightly through the treeline as well. Occassionally, she'd bend down and pick up stones, roughtly the size of her own palm in size. She'd place a handful into her hip-strapped bag before returning once more.

"Well, I guess we should get into positions then. The wind's blowing from behind the cave right now, so our scents shouldn't be wafting down and into there... Still, if their noses are any indication, we might wanna try and cover up our smell somehow... Rubbing some grass, leaves, dirt or mud could help... Or, if you're feeling up to it, animal droppings or mushrooms could probably work well..." The girl said with a slight, quirky smirk on her face.

Still, regardless if they tried to mask their B.O. or not, the time had come to take up positions, make final adjustments or preperations and then, just wait. Wait for hours and hours until the sun set and the moons rose... That was what we called the quiet before the storm...