Sylharice stays behind  him keeping  an eye as well

Norwin will want to join in the front of the group. Being perceptive and stuff (though he is also fine with being in the rear 🤷‍♂️). "We should be on the lookout for danger, I don't believe these goblins would want anyone wandering into their home. Also if we find their hiding place we might not want to alert them right away, so I think we should proceed with caution"

((Stealth: 3 🙈))

The group of five set off down the trail.  In places, the path seems to be well worn and used, in others faint and difficult to trace, but you move down it steadily.  The dense undergrowth presses in on you at times, and it is almost impossible to move quietly. Branches snap back and slap at faces, twigs crack on the ground underfoot and the occasional involuntary curse from someone getting a thorn caught in their skin. 

Graeme leads the way, the five of you stretched out in single file and it's obvious that you all are a little out of practice at this.  Your about ten minutes up the trail, when Graeme stops dead, the rest of you bundling into the back of him and sending the fighter staggering forward slightly.

Graeme slowly turns around to give an incredulous look to the group.  He holds up a finger then points down to a rope laying across the path. It's been fashioned into a noose. As Graeme pulls the rope out of concealment, you can see that it extends up into the trees.

"I doubt it's fer rabbits." Graeme says with a smirk. "I'm goin' to just toss this over here." And with that, Graeme tosses the noose to the side of the trail.

"Shall we continue?" he says as he turns and continues down the path.

Leaving the rope behind, you continue down the trail.  It begins to open out a little wider and the undergrowth thins somewhat.  The track starts snaking around trees and rocks, almost doubling back on itself at times.  Without warning there is a loud crashing sound at the front of the group.  Graeme, still in the lead. stops dead once again, but this time his arms flail wildly in the air as he tries to keep his balance.  For a tense second it looks like he might topple over, but instead he makes a clumsy leap forward.  He lands and staggers forward, his momentum planting him in undignified fashion on his face.

As the others filter forward it all becomes clear.  Right across the path is a deep pit, about 10ft. and 6ft wide.  In the bottom lies the brushwood and leaf litter that had been placed over it to catch any unsuspecting travellers.  Whoever made this did a far better job of concealing it than the rope earlier!

Graeme releases a string of expletives under his breath as he picks himself back up. Looking back over the edge of the pit, Graeme says "I'm beginning to think they don't want visitors! Rude."

Graeme continues down the path.

Jordar had been more serious after the battle, trying to watch further ahead and catch a glimpse of whatever challenges might the group face aside from goblins that would stand between them and their goal. At some point, he eventually snaps, "All right folks, that's it." he sheathes back the rapier he had been holding at the ready and takes a few steps backwards into the thick vegetation at the sides, "This job has taken a sour turn and is worsening by the hour. Traps, wilderness and goblins are a bit too much for what seemed like a simple job." he dives a bit deeper into the shadows of the vegetation around, "I bid you good luck, of course. If any of you ever make it back to Neverwinter alive, do stop by to tell the tale!" and with that he vanishes into the thicket.

Sylharice watching  Jordan vanishing into the thicket started to looked troubled.A lot of thoughts passed from his mind like "this is a dire situation, what if gundren  is dead or what if the others decide to back down.or worse to take the cargo for their own profit.! ..calm down u can do it...,!probably  u are overthinking of it." he takes a deep breath and calms  and carries on

Graeme hears Jordar's comments and watches as he heads back where they came.  "Huh." he retorts. "Hate to see that, but no sense in wasting time!" ... and he continues down the path, watching for clues from Mulligan who's taken the lead.

Mulligan, who had been scouting ahead, returns to the party. "There's a cave, about two hundred feet ahead. I heard snarling coming from inside; could be trouble, and I didn't want to face it alone. It could be where Gundren was taken."

"Well done! Lead the way!" Graeme says quietly, but enthusiastically.

Sylharice  nods and responds "lead on then.time is of the essence "

"Well met Jordar, may Kelemvor guide your path"

When Mulligan returns: "No guards posted on the outside" he chuckles "You would think even goblins are smarter than thinking this trail protects them from everything" He then follows behind the rest of the party.

Mulligan leads the four of you towards the cave entrance.   A shallow stream flows out of the cave mouth, which is screened by dense briar thickets. A narrow dry path leads into the cave on the right-hand side of the stream.  The sound of running water is quite loud, with an echo coming from within the cave.  Just over the top of it, you can just about hear the snarling that Mulligan spoke of.  It is, without a doubt, coming from within the cave itself.

Sylharice volunteers to scout ahead.he slowly proceeds crossing the river trying to make less noise as he can..although his feet splash on the water the sound of the stream muffles the noise.he finally reaches the entrance of the cave.what  he see is  a low wooden platform and 2 goblins lying face up.he is wondering " have they noticed  me? I need to send a message to the others"..A few minutes passed and realising they haven't seen him he ducks back to the thickets.he opens his small bag and takes out a quill with ink and a small parchment.he starts writing a quick message and then he conjures a spectral hand...the hand picks up the message and delivers it to Graeme" be careful 2 goblins ahead with crossbows.they haven't seen me yet.proceed with caution!"

Graeme watches as a ghostly hand delivers a rolled bit of parchment. “Oooookay.” He says as he carefully receives the message. “Oh!” He says as he reads the letter quietly to the group, “...this is from Sylharice...” a hint of relief in his voice, “...he says there’s 2 goblins wi’ crossbows ahead.”

Graeme quietly creeps up to one of the goblins in an attempt to catch him off-guard. (Stealth @ disadvantage: 16).

Miraculously, Graeme manages to make it to the goblin 15ft away without being detected.  Not wanting to press his luck, he swiftly swings his sword down on the goblin! (ToHit: 20, Damage: 8).

At the same time sylharice  targets the  other goblin.he extends  his hand and u can see the air freeze  around his hand.A Ray of blue energy shoots and hits the unsuspecting goblin.it try to shout in pain but frost covers him and he falls like a lifeless statue..sylharice dusts his hands and makes thumbs up to graeme

Mulligan will join the party, stealthing up to the mouth of the cave. 18