After having followed Steppe Archer's example, and rubbed herself down with grass and nearby flora - that weren't poisonous - Druid Girl returned just in time to be offered a makeshift stick-spear by Big Red.

"Thanks?" She said, blinking a few times before taking one of the sharpened poles.

She already had a staff, and while it wasn't sharp at one end, it was more meant for swinging in wiode arcs and boking fools on the noggin', or sweeping their legs, or thumping their stomach and/or solar plexus. Still, maybe this thing would comein handy? She wasn't exactly used to using spears though, but really, how hard could it be to point and thrust a stick? No harder than using a knife, surely!

After they finished up their position and tactical-talks, each of the adventurers got into their assigned position, with the lizard closest to the cave's entrance, followed by the druid and the archer staying behind in the shrubs close to the tree-line. Time passed, albeit slowly, but bit by bit the sun in the sky slowly descended and in its place the two mooms began to creep upwards towards the heavens instead. As twilight fell upon the little wooded area th trio found themselves in, things and stuff began to happen.

[i]Late Dusk...[/i]

Noises came from within the cave. Shrill, shrieky noises, and they weren't being made by the wind. Soon, the pitter-patter of small feet against hard stone and packed dirt could be heard, getting closer and louder with each moment. After that, the distinct sound of exaggerated sniffing followed, before finally, the three heroes finally feasted their eyes upon the first of their adversaries. A goblin. A tiny, ugly, green thing with a long nose, long pointy ears, piss-yellow eyes and nothing more than a foul, dirty loin-cloth for clothing. It held a knife, which was quite readily rusted-over, and was turning its tiny head this way and that, trying to peer into the diminishing light of the approaching night.

Of course, as it stepped out of the cave, the cretin fell victim to the first of SteppE Archer's traps, being snared and rendered completely useless. The creature howled and shrieked in fear, confusion and agitation. Its cry for help prompted further pitter-patter to be heard from further in, and soon a group of four - almopst identical - urchins appeared. One stepped forward towards its captured ally, which result in [i]it[/i] joining him. The others, however, seemed to grow wary of the the cave entrance, and began to stare and poke at the ground with their crude, ill-maintained weapons of choice.

The ambush had sort of worked... However, all in all, there were only five goblins currently. Then again, if they'd drawn out the entire nest all at once, who knows how many they would have had to face down? It didn't rightly matter though, as soon, one of the goblins turned its beady eyes towards a suspiscious mound of red muscles, and cawed like an angry crow, poinint its short sword at the semi-concealed lizardman outside their home. Apparently, these creatures had better eyesight than one had expected, especially considering the lighting.... Oh wait, they saw better [i]in the dark...[/i]

Druid Girl, hiding behind a fallen log, peered from one end of the fallen trunk, waiting to see what actions her allies would take. Her time to act wasn't now. Big Red didn't need healing and Steppe Archer didn't need help with spotting the little gremlins yet - there was still enough light without her casating Faerie Fire on the blighters.