Archer, a couple of steps ahead, is startled out of his thoughts. He looks around where Hewik indicated but shakes his head. "Hey," he mutters as Hewik breaks off in the direction of the slope. With a couple of nervous glaces at his longbow resting by the wagon, he follows.
Hewik walks the horse in amoung the boulders til the ground begins to noticibly slope up, and the footing becomes treacherous with the loose rocks and scree that has slid down the gully. He can't go any further with the horse. He could scramble up the slope. It looks easy enough so long as you can find secure footings. But very exposed. Archer pulls up a couple of steps behind Hewik, looking excited.
Hewik sees no more movement at the top of the slope. Archer is pretty sure that he saw someone too. "Smallish. With a bow or spear or something. Yeah! I saw it too. But I can't see anything now," he whispers to Hewik. "Whacha wanna do? Hava look or tell Cromwell?"
The chests, appart from one are padlocked. However a couple of them have been obviously gone at, and one of the padlocks look pretty close to giving way. A couple of well placed blows and quick wrench and it comes away away. Fur. A fur lined cloak on closer inspection. As well as other cloaks, jackets and items of clothes - velvets, silks, fine wools. Embroidered. Expensive. Before Cromwell can decide whether to tackle another one, he notices Hewik and Archer heading off towards the north.
Having finished clearing the chests off the wagon, Nate gets to work on getting the dead horse out of the harness and things ready for the other horses. With only one harness it will mean a little make-do. Nate, however, has an idea.
Lisa watches the goblins. Well mostly the conscious one. It watches her. She notices Nate looking at Cromell. She notices Cromwell looking at Hewik and Archer. "What are they up to?" she asks no one in particular.