"W-what!?  W-why you..."  With the group moving on, Cely could only grumble to herself as she went along.  The farm itself was only a few minutes away, even further north, and right on the edge of the forest.  As they arrived, it was immediately evident a scuffle had happened here.  The fences were torn down, the windows of the small farm house were broken, and feathers from kidnapped chickens were strewn everywhere.<br/><br/>"Well... we're here..." Harmon said, seeing the destruction and scratching his head.  "How many do you think there are?"<br/><br/>"Uh... hopefully just a few..." Cutter quickly said, in the hopes that he'd be right.  But it was pretty obvious he wasn't.<br/><br/>For her part, Cely quickly took to peering about the farm.  "Hm... goblin tracks... it's them alright, I'd recognize those gross, scrawny little feet anywhere.  And I'd say... about... twenty..."  The other members of the party were definitely a little off put.<br/><br/>"T-twenty!?" Cutter cried out in distress, "That's a LOT of them for us!  Don't you think?" he asked as he turned to Krystal.