The hatred sun... it hurts the goblin's eyes.
Taz sneak along the mined passageway, to the edge where the sun rays shine on the entrance and where it is enough to see a clear line to the dirt path that zigzag to the entrance and the forested slope of the knoll.
Luckily, he knows the common tongue of the humans, and his sharp ears prick when he hears again the rattling noise.
Looks like the village elders are quite agitated by the recent massacre of the caravan. Otherwise, there is no reason why they sent a group of adventurers to finish the goblin menace for all. Taz spots a stout, ugly dwarf, the dwarf's full plate shackles like a rumbling thunder, causing noise all over the knoll, no matter how he tries to walk quietly, on his left hand strapped a big shield, in his other hand an intimidating battle axe, no question at all, this dwarf came to slew goblins. Behind him, less noisy, Taz spots a human, dressed with a shiny armor with a silver billet engraved in the center, the same symbol, dangling from his neck identify him as a local priest of some human god.
Another human of some sort, with pointy ears, could be a cross breed of some sort, walks behind them, his armor is light and he carries a bow and a sword. The last one is a human female, dressed in robes, she holds nothing but a leather case around her hips. They are heading to the entrance, they haven't noticed you yet.
