Jasper Howe spent some time over the map, often catching himself in plotting way too elaborate plans that bordered wishful thinking, then made a specific notch for the entrance of the goblin cave. The problem was, noone exactly knew what were they supposed to be doing. Even the people at the fort seemed to be aware mostly of their immediate surroundings and less about the general geography and political situation in this world. And the best way to solve this issue that he could figure was simply catching some of the local creatures... Goblin, imp, whatever. Something that could speak and hopefully had better idea about what is happening where.<br/><br/>Second problem was the mountain itself. Jasper was not known for being a mountaineer and most of the other people didn't look like ones either. He looked around the small fort, trying to find something potentially useful for climbing, but the useful and ownerless items were limited to a piece of rope, may be not the most secure by itself. Jasper fiddled with it for a while, then went to see the local blacksmith in hopes that he'll be able to take something from him, but time was short and conditions  - not really good. He did try to make a grappling hook for his crossbow, however, but after failing to make a significant progress, just stuffed the piece of rope in his backpack and prepared to leave, throwing a last look over the fort.<br/><br/>"Farewell, Landistar, wish you luck with holding the fort. If you have to spare a couple of men to leave with us, I'll be happy. We'll get a guide down the first half a day or so of our travel, and they'll get an escort for half of their patrol."