At the mention of goblins, the girl frowns.  "Fucking goblins..."  Patting off her leather skirt of wood chips, she nods to Krystal.  "I'll get my bow."  Disappearing into the cabin, she's quick to come back, stockpiled with an elegantly crafted elven bow, a huge satchel of arrows, and a long, slim hunting knife.  "So four of us huh?  Yeah that should be enough I think," she says, looking over the individuals.  Gazing over the warrior and the thief, she quickly determines what they can do.  But then she looks to Krystal.  "So... what do you do?" she asked, curious as to what manner of weapons she might use and how she might fight.  "I don't see any weapons on you... and... that's not exactly a good outfit for taking hits... a spellcaster?"