Urik steps out in front and gives the air a sniff to tell whether there are any unexpected scents hinting at what lies ahead (to go along with the expectedly bad ones). "I did not entreat the Master of Masters for a spell to light my way when I prayed this morning," he says, reflexively placing a hand over the satchel containing his holy text. "But if someone else wants to furnish a light source I will carry it up front." Goblins could be wiley foes and the vanguard would be the best place for him to be able to keep his eyes peeled for traps, ambushes, and other threats.