Nala grunts as she holds her glaive in one hand, dusting herself off with the other. "Swift and effective. That's what I like," She says to no-one in particular. She vaults over the little ledge and began to rummage through the goblin's belongings, pulling a key off of one of them. "This aught to come in handy," She notes, pocketing the key for now. "Looks like we have our options open, although I would imagine going left is where we need to go."