Big Red watched the final goblin fall with an arrow through the eye. A tricky shot to land in poor lighting and on something so small. Still it fell...and vanished. That didn't sit right but the two girls came rushing over. Archer Girl placed her hands on him to apparently help keep him steady, his scales were surprisingly hot under her small hands. He had heated up a good deal in the fighting. Her questioning of the Druid made him blink, could the caramel girl heal more than one? He hadn't thought of that. She could communicate with animals, apparently cast a type of cold spell, summon a fairy, and heal. How many charges of magic did she have?

Said spellcaster was looking at him with bewilderment when she got in front of him. [color=red]"Flesh wounds, they didn't hit anything deep. They'd have better luck with a sling"[/color] He said as her magic pushed the arrows out of his body. He had to help with the one on his leg, it was stuck in the bone. So with a jerk, and a small spurt of blood, the crude arrow came out. Each one that popped free of his hide he snatched and promptly handed them to their Archer companion who was running low on arrows. 

Using three healing spells back to back seemed to have taken the wind out of the Druid. Laying a hand on her head he gave the two girls a look. [color=red]"You two rest, but keep an eye out just in case."[/color] He said as he started to walk. There were twinges of pain from the movement but he trudged on with a slight clenching of his teeth. Deep breathing and he was fine, he had had more time to catch his breath and deal with his pains than they had. He went to the start of it all, where the hay was all kicked up from his...brooms.

Brushing aside the dry straw revealed a platform with boards to stand on. A grumpy snort erupted from him, ambush tactics. It seemed that was all the goblins knew how to do. Lowering his torch showed a log ladder, but that was for goblins. Who were maybe...thirty pounds a piece? He was over three hundred. But the ground was close enough that bracing his hand on the edge of the hole he hoped in. A sloped tunnel leading down a bit. Crouching he shifted forward until he reached the bottom. It was clearly a set up for an ambush. They could have fit their whole 'horde' of goblins down here and attacked from the back.

But at the bottom was a body, human, male, black hair, clearly a fighter judging by his equipment. The girls were up top, and would probably frown on this, but he took the boys equipment. A set of leather spaulders and leather gloves were tucked away in his hip pouch to sell for later. Money would help the living, equipment didn't help the dead. He also took off the porcelain necklace and slipped it onto his own neck. Limited pack space and he didn't want it to break.

With his dirty deed done he grabbed the body and went back up, hoisting the corpse up and out of the hole with a grunt before hauling himself out after a jump up. Torch held in his mouth so he didn't cause a fire. [color=red]"Dead end down there, just an ambush site..."[/color] He said once he was up and his torch back in his hand. There were two bodies of the previous group missing. The females of the previous adventuring party.