<hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damien Kast</span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/14/5d/79/145d790d9b83106b32ec222f8b64c8ee.jpg)</div><br/>Looks at the enthusiasm of the party and their sense of urgency. Nodding his head at Dharvan's question.<strong>"Yes, I am a spell-caster. Not as good as my Ma, but then again I don't have her experience"</strong>. Reaching into the bag of holding he pulls out one of the potions and attaches it to his bandolier.<strong>"Just in case I have to use it quick yes?" </strong><br/><br/>Reaching into the bag, he also pulls one out for the elven lady and without butchering the elven tongue he says.<strong><em>"Well met Lady Lyara, This would be yours"</em></strong><br/><br/>Wondering if he would have time to adjust his spells, but believes he could do without, he does a physical check of himself. Mentally chanting, pouch, weapon and potion, he quickly drops his backpack into the bag of holding and attaches it to his belt securely after adjusting his bolts. Pleasantly pleased as he would now be almost unencumbered to help his fellow team members. Catching up with the rest, he follows them. Maybe there would be some clues at the inn. But based on his knowledge, the gang of goblins would more than likely have a dwelling of some sort, either in a cave or thicket of thistles and brambles. As for the numbers, it would be bad form to assume.