3 The Goblin Cave

Entering the cave from which Klarg and the wolf exited you see, sacks and crates of looted provisions are piled up in the south end of this large cave. To the west, the floor slopes toward a narrow opening that descends into darkness. Where you came in is a larger opening, leads north down a set of natural stone steps. The roar of falling water echoing from the waterfall by the pools beyond. In the middle of the cavern, the coals of a large fire smolder.

There do not seem to be any living things left in this part of the cave system.

"I have a healing kit, if we stopped for a moment, I could heal Tatiana and Alex up some."

Raven nodded to Ammos, "I think that would be best. I have some additional supplies, although I lack your training."

He moved over to the various things. "I do not see our friends... I'll look through these things while you bandage. Then we can move on."

He focused his thoughts with a word as he looked around.

Tatiana sighs. "Of course they're not here," she mutters, as though confirming that fate has some sort of grievance against them. "Over the bridge, once we've staunched the bleeding."

Trakomak don't hide his disappointment. He goes to the pool to wash the blood : his own blood from an arrow and much more of the decapitated creature.
As adrenaline rush is over he leans against a wall silently observing the rest of the party.
Where did they get all of the crates? Your friends were delivering?

HalfOrc is around of his battle scars and will avoid getting bandaged.

Raven takes a quick look around, but the fresh blood from the wolf bite reminds him to take his own suggestion. Once some of the more savaged members get bandaged, Raven will take his own turn to get healed.

"I've got some healing supplies also. Since you are easily better practiced at this, we can share mine."

Raven pulls out his healing kit and allows Ammos to use his supplies to help the others.

Wincing as the salves and bandages are applied, Tatiana answers Trakomak. "We learned of our friends' capture because of a goblin ambush. This must be the spoils from other waylaid travelers."

She thanks her brother for his help, and as he moves on to assist the others, Tatiana goes to the looted supplies for an inspection. "We might find something useful," she explains, poking through the sacks and crates. "And if not, we can see about bringing these back once we've put the rest of this vermin into the ground."

Raven, you search the piles of sacks and crates as you wait for your turn to heal. Most are marked with the image of a blue lion.

Hidden among the supplies is an unlocked treasure chest belonging to Klarg.

Raven looks at the chest for a moment, "Anyone know what a blue lion means? what merchant that is?

Some kind of locked chest over here too. We can try to open it now or wait until later."

Tatiana considers the icon of a blue lion. Perhaps it was a merchant house, or maybe a government agency.

Tatiana you do not recognize the brand on the crates. You do know that in order to move/take them you will need the wagon.

Raven the chest is unlocked. The chest is three feet long by two feet wide and tall.

Decklan shifts impatiently. On one hand, he knows these people need a chance to get patched up if they're going to be of any use. On the other hand... no one is rescuing themselves.

"Don't care what a blue lion means. If it has useful gear, grab it. If not, we have some saving to do. We can come back to this crap later and sort it out then."

"Decklan is right," says Tatiana, stepping away from the crates. "Brother, don't forget about Alex. Once he and everyone has been seen to, we will move across the bridge and find Gundren and Sildar."

""Of course, dear sister."

Alex looks up in a haze of blood lust and blood loss. Thank you, snouty, he says in his brain-addled fog, as the wise dragonborn tends to his wounds. But see to your sister first, the blond princess has lost more blood than I. Catching wind of some discussion about boxes and locks, Alex weakly pipes up, I have some facility with arranging for items to become more accessible, if needed. My fingers can use the practice. After I take a nice long nap, that is, he says, coughing up another trickle of blood.

Raven glanced at the chest, which was tempting, but he agreed with Decklan's statement. "Once we are patched up, we can get moving. Let's not forget this chest is here once our friends are safe."