Tarowyn leads Bhartus, Norri, and Whitney into the woods. The elf seems unusually hurried as he races past thicks layers of bark and branch. The forest floor exhibits the same upward incline as the last time you ventured into the goblins' territory. The sunsets and rises again into a humid morning. Still, no greenskins make an appearance as you continue to near their camp and the black obelisk.
Norri: Around mid morning you finally do spot some life. Six small, armed figures walking at a right angle from the party's approach some 60ft ahead. It is obvious that the goblins are on patrol. It is equally obvious that a couple of them have spotted you and you're comrades. They both begin to screech some incomprehensible warcry and rush forward, morningstars swinging in the air.
Initiative: Goblins (2), Norri, Tarowyn. Everyone else is flatfooted. The aware goblins are now 30ft from Tarowyn, who heads the march. The others remain flatfooted at 60ft.