"Let us go check it out...make sure there are truly no more threats..." Halie offered with a somewhat grim smile. It seemed that this newcomer wasn't too much of a threat. "So...what gives?" she asked softly once they reached the door. "Grant it...I am sure you have given me the same look just not as...intense."

The rogue and the ranger head into the larger room. Sam glances behind him making sure they are not followed. He mutters something as Halie approaches. As they check it out it oddly has several blankets on the ground which looks like a strange bed. Several crates lie against the furthest wall, and there's some gear lying near it as well. Between the two of them there is no traps, nothing that could jump out at them at any moment. Sam walks over to the crates and whatnot and starts to open them.

In the main area, the cleric gets no response from Sam or Haile. Perhaps they are fine. Without the goblins and ogre alive, it could be a safe place to rest but there is a slight catch...

The wagon and horses.

Halie moved to help Sam look through the crates.

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After gathering the items, Sam notices a belt looking out of place as well. He kneels down and grabs it. Eyes narrow, he tosses the bow over to Halie and takes the goggles and the chain shirt. For a moment he stares at all the leftover gear and glances at Halie "Alright." His eyes seem different now, curious. The rogue walks into the main room "Just odds and ends. Maybe get the wagon, see what is good." The firelight flickers off the chain shirt and the goggles seem out of place and he puts them down by the fire as well as the odd belt and a bow.
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Dreamljocht agrees with Sam: "We have to get tha cart and horses here. It's is a safer place to camp and it gives us time to sort things out and for Muffins to recover. I'm not good with the cart and its horses, but I could go with you Sam to get them. Two is safer than one alone in case of some wandering goblins,"
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"Good idea. We don't know how many goblins have infested this wood.

Obviously, I'll be guarding the camp until Muffins is well enough to move. The fact that he's conscious is a good sign though."

Jemimwitt set up some water and food for his mount, and readied his animal grooming kit. Muffins usually enjoyed getting the dirt and deritous of the road out of his fur.
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Dove was still hesitant on sticking with the group in the long run, or even at night. Sam was just... shady. But for now at least she would give them a chance. Jemim seemed nice enough and Muffins was adorable. Perhaps, just perhaps, she'd stick around. If Stripes liked them of course.

Within the confines of the goblin cave, the group seems somewhat safe with just a opening if anyone attacks. Furrowing his brow, he glances at the cleric "Stay here. Haile and myself will go retrieve them." Sam nods to the ranger and he leaves with her leaving the group within the cave. The warm fire sending out some heat.

After some time perhaps a half-hour, they return with the wagon and the horses brought. Sam drops down, hooking up the horses to one of the cages and he kneels down by the fire. He stares within the flames "Should rest. The dog needs it." He pulls out some sort of jerky and bites into it. Whatever is going on within him remains to be unknown "Not much use but there's some clothing. Odds and ends." With a quick flick, one of his blades-not the kurki appears in his hand and he tests the weight. The blade is stabbed into the dirt and he grabs it again. Once more it hits. Then another and another and his eyes don't leave the fire. The wagon is covered so its hard to tell what is within it. It looks like a typical wagon but well made with two stocky horses. And there is the ranger's horse as well as a horse for the cleric.

The weather outside begins to grow colder, sending in a breeze within but not far enough.

"We have some tasks at hand," observes Dreamljocht. "First our night was disturbed by the kidnapping of Muffins, so I need my time to regain all my spells. We need to acquintance each other to see if we can trust each other to join, at least for the upcoming days of travel. We also need to see what's all the stuff Sam found in the ogre's den, and split it if someone is interested. And last, while we stay here, we have to guard the entrance, the cart and the horses against more goblins"

"This makes sense to me. I've done all the usual grooming and fixed his armor. He's drinking a lot of water, too, which is a good sign he's recovering.

Thank you all for helping getting him back. That was pretty dicey there."

Jemimwitt gave a brief nod and look to each of them.

"Resting is definitely high on my list of things," she chuckled as she set up her bedroll and such, keeping Peto, her horse nearby. "I am glad that Muffins is on the mend, Haethy."

Dove was hesitant, and awake. She certainly didn't seem keen on hiding away from the entrance and leaving the group between her and her only way out, so she planted her rolled up bedroll against a wall both by the fire and with line of sight on the opening. Sitting on it cheerfully she seemed to consider what to do before shrugging and pulling out her book.

"Have a good rest if you need it, I'm wide awake. I can at least help keep watch from here until the morning comes."

After some time, Sam comes into the cave. A blade seems to appear and is tossed into the air and lands in his hand. He does this a few times and sits down by the fire, across from Dove. The rogue sits down, and he stares into the flames. A glance comes from Sam, as he looks at all of them. He pulls out some sort of jerky and slowly eats it. Nothing is said from him. He leans against the wall, huddling up against it. He raises his hood over his face hiding it.

The night passes. Nothing creeps out. And with the ogre and goblins dead, it goes by uneventfully. Most of the night, Sam watches Halie sleep. He doesn't go near her, just remains by the fire. Occasionally, his eyes dart to the others. Morning comes and Sam seems to be asleep with the fire dying down. Its hard to tell if he is awake or asleep but he isn't moving. Everyone else is up and moving around, probably some getting the wagon prepared but the odd items-the longbow, belt, goggles and the shirt lie near the wagon. Muffins is up and walking around, a bit sore. With the healing from the cleric and rest he seems to be alright and walks over to Dove. He sniffs and tilts his head before going over to Sam. The mans eyes open up with the dog staring right in his face. Muffins walks over to Jem and sits down. Sam gets up, stretching.

Refreshed and enlightened joins Dreamljocht Sam and Muffins. Looking at the odd collection at their feet he asks: "These are the things you did find yesterday and don't know if they are magical?" He turns to Dove, who seems awake too: "I have Detect Magic at my disposal today, but I don't have much experience with it. I'll try if I can determine what these things are. Are you in any way experienced with this kind of work? If so, would you like to give me a hand?"
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Dove smiled brightly at Dreamljocht as she put her book down on top of her bag before hopping up to walk over happily. She seemed eager for a bit of social interaction; likely considering her last bout where the goblins in question.

“Yup! Solid at identifying magic items, but much better at figuring out how to make them work. Thankfully I know a spell to help. My uncle used to give me wands to practice on. All fun and games until you hit your mother with a create water spell. Then it’s hilarious…. Until she catches you.”

Dove cast Identify as she joined the man over the pile of loot, humming as she reached out a hand to touch the first item to examine. If they where cursed it would have already hit whoever moved them by now. The Golden etchings on her hands where similar in nature to those on her face.

“Now let’s see what we have here…Yea?.”
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The cleric and sorceror work their 'magic' upon the items and after a few moments, they seem to be done. Sam turns and sees the two of them. He steps towards them, eyes narrowed. Its really hard to tell how he will react to what is going on. But he stands there nearbye, just seemingly curious.

“You found some winners here. The bow is I think the most expensive item of the lot with a simple enhancement enchantment. The chain shirt as well! The belt is weird but should help ward off illness and such. The goggles though are great for people who like to check for traps face first. Help you notice them before they notice you; all at the cost of your dignity. Eesh who thought goggles looked better then spectacles?”

Dove smiles cheerfully as she finishes listing what each item does for the group, rather enjoying being able to do something.

Halie had remained blissfully unaware of the admiration from Sam while she slept, the day's exhaustion taking hold. When she finally woke, she sat up and stretched, unsure if she dreamt or not...if she had, there were no memories there. Making note of the others, Halie got up, stretched once more before gathering up her things and putting them away.

Jemimwitt had mostly returned to normal now that Muffins was recovering well. His coat had been well groomed and most of his minor wounds patched. Jemimwitt was back to his usual optimistic and smiling self.

"If the chain shirt fits, and we can get the smell out, I could use that.

Me and Muffins can be sneaky if we need to be, but I prefer facing my foes in glorious honorable combat.

If someone else truly desires it though, it's not the end of the world. We're both pretty fast and tough.

As much as the rogue wants to retort to the sorceror, he doesn't say a word. He looks at all the magical gear, and reaches out for the goggles. He puts them onto his head and grabs the bow, moving over to the ranger and holds it out to her "I feel this is best for you." He watches her for a moment then looks over at Dove "Thank you."

“I can get the smell out. Everyone underestimates Prestidigitation but when you can’t stop for a bath regularly, or loot stuff from questionable places well…. Magical cleaning gets my full endorsement! And you’re welcome!”

Dove puts her spell where her bragging is; humming happily as she uses prestidigitation to clean the chain shirt and even other magic items of any questionable stains, smells or substances left upon it.

"All split up to everone's taste? Sam, the belt for you too for now? It is nothing I have use for." Dreamljocht starts to collect his things, loading his backpack on the cart, besides common gear. "It seems time to start a new day of our travel. Are you joining us, Dove, at least for part of the journey?"
Dreamljocht is in a good mood after the battle yesterday and he is eager to move on.