The party left the well camouflaged outpost and began their trek along the Ridge Line pass. The view was breath taking to the west and to the east across the entire Southern Valley. The air was cold, crisp, and slightly windy at the higher altitude but manageable. Alyson was able to provide a elemental shield around the entire group to stave off the cold. While Lazheros scanned the area for any large threats such as trolls and owlbears that were native to the Ridge Line. Two hours passed with no encounters until the party reached the part of the pass that went between a rocky ravine. The wind had died down to an eerie calm and everyone felt like they were being watched. In the distance, Irzen heard a cry for help from someone as well as the sounds of goblins.

The Swordsman raised his hand and clenched his fist signalling for everyone to stop their advance. Then he turned and moved back to the rest of the group, "I hear goblins ahead, four or five of them at least. Also, cries for help, which means we have some civilians that need saving." Irzen turned to Willow, "What's the gameplan, chief?"

"Lazheros, I want you to remain in reserve in case we might need you to magically pull our bacon out of the fire," Willow instructed the others, "Irzen, Alyson, Caliaphy and Serna, you're with me. Irzen and I are going to directly engage the goblins. Alyson and Serna, I want you two to locate and protect the civilians who need help. Caliaphy, I want you ready to relay orders from me to Lazheros should the need arise. Any questions?"

"Like charades? Cool, I can do that!" The fairy flew in between the party members.

Alyson shrugged, "Okay."