I had begun to think my purpose here would not reveal itself right away, I thought perhaps I would spend time here first attempting to establish myself among the clergy, if there be any here. However an Anoralfar came into this make shift tavern to request aid in search a near-by rumored cavern.
Something about how this distant cousin of mine spoke said all I needed to hear, If i did not accompany them he would surely lead them to their doom.... He did not seem to come from the Forrest as I has nor as the other Ithilalfar, Gnar (strange namesake) had grown up in and would surely attempt to navigate the woods with little chance of survival. I decided to assist in there endeavor, mostly because they were accompanied by an gnome, with an intriguing familiar that I would very much like to get to know.
After some time making through the woods, we arrived at the ravine in question and found it to be some of of mining post, perhaps, it's unsure but multiple openings lead into the hill with different sets of footprints. My lady warns me that one of these creatures my be rather large so we decide to move away from the direction of those prints and head for the smaller ones, thinking them an easier target to manage, oh how wrong we were.
Goblins, several goblins filled the hall way we were in and pelted us with small arrows. I confess, the level of inexperience shown in some my compatriots is worrisome, I am uncertain if they are cut out for an outdoor adventuring lifestyle. I believe the strange human with his rusted pipe is rather new to fighting with allies in range. He struck me twice and has yet to apologize for his terrible aim. Never the less we defeated the small group, however we suffered much and left to lick our wounds. As we exited, the goblins called "brie-yak!!" loudly, no doubt calling for some help from other goblins. We much approach this by a different tactic, i'm sure my lady will guide me to a better path as we take respite....