Steppe Archer wasn't a fan of the idea of charging into the den of anything she was hunting, but...she supposed that the Lizardman had a good point. Five goblins down, out of a likely small nest. For all they knew, they could have just wiped out half the nest entirely. Still, it didn't hurt to be prepared just in case. She would hold onto the wooden spear that the fighter had made for her and descend with her companions, bringing up the rear just in case something attacked from behind. She was only lightly armored...but it seemed the druid girl had no armor whatsoever. Regardless, goblins couldn't be such a huge threat that two strong combatants and a caster couldn't take them on in a fight. 

The nomad girl would keep her ears perked up as they traveled in the faint darkness, the light of the druid's pixie and Big Red's torch being all that kept them from the endless maw of darkness that was this cave. The wagon wheel was a disheartening sight to be certain, but it would be answered by the Steppe Archer gingerly laying a finger on the girl's lips, quietly whispering: [color=CC6633][b]"Shh"[/b][/color]. They were in the beasts' den, and as such they had to at least not shout that they were right here, right now, and able to be ambushed. Speaking of...Steppe Archer would casually roll an arrow down from her quiver and lay it down upon the ground near the path they'd just come from. If she heard it crunch, then she would know if someone was following from behind.