LMoT - Nightal 26, 1491

— Let me clear some apparent misconceptions you might've gotten. There's is no organized group. Few days ago me and three other people that never met before were hired to transport some goods from Neverwinter to this town. We met some gobs on the road. Found out that our employer was abducted be them previously. We went into their hideout for the rescue. There we've met him, Leylin points towards Gu'lorg. And the one by the name Seron. After getting into Phandalin one of original four went out on his own and next I hear - he was killed by Redbrands! Two others didn't want to wait even a moment and stormed into the tavern those thugs frequented. And one more person is an initiate of Lords Alliance. I don't want to speak badly about them, but I am afraid that their honor can ... Overcome common sense.
  Finishing his long speach, Leylin sighs while holding his temples like he's having an headache.

Ley, you may believe that we are not an organized group, but I know that the gods, especially Bargrivyek, has put us together to repair a great evil in the world. We will do great things together, I assure you. Spark, I am very excited at the prospect of spilling Redbrand blood with you.

Gu'lorg pulls out his small knife and stabs the tips of each of his fingers. He then offers his hand in a handshake fashion towards Spark.

To my people, this is the handshake of friendship. I am giving you some of my lifeblood as a means of bringing your position higher in goblin society. Should you encounter goblinkind, show them your hand and tell them that you are friends with the famed Gu'lorg, booyahg, or magic caster, of Bargrivyek, and they should not kill you if you leave quickly.

Do you accept my friendship?

Spark pauses for a second to digest the dense declarations he just got. Then he relaxes slightly and smiles, apparently at better ease.
To Leylin: Well, it all makes more sense now! I must say that it is a relief to me that this party just came to be : it is always odd to join a group that has developed its own ways. As for the ones we are heading to... I knew some people of this kind. I'm afraid patience is as vital is our life as fighting skill, and I hope they'll have a chance to learn.

Then Spark turns toward Gu'lorg, considering his blooded fingers. What an amazing rite, he thinks to himself.
Accepting friendship is no small thing from where I come, as it links your fate to mine. But if your god put you here, I am fairly certain that Bahamut guided my steps to meet you. Then, grabbing the hand before it gets awkward, Sparks says in a very ritual way: I accept the honor of your proposal. I will walk at your side and watch your back as we undo the wrong of this world. I will be friend with you, Gu'lorg of Bargrivyek.

Being friends with goblinkind of blue noses is no small thing. I am grateful for your friendship, rhuukhaar. Spark notices that the blood spots from Gu’lorg’s finger piercings do not leave, but have become permanently adhered to Spark’s hand. This is the sign that you are my friend. Now, let’s slay these beasts, and send them to their gods. They have squandered their probationary existence long enough!

Gu’lorg double-times it.

Unless someone wants to do something else, let's fast forward to the forest entrance. GM, does anything happens on the way?

I move forward. As a bonus action, I activate searing smite. And then I Attack with my greataxe.

st-level evocation

Casting Time: 1 bonus action

Range: Self

Components: V

Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute

The next time you hit a creature with a melee weapon attack during the spell's duration, your weapon flares with white-hot intensity, and the attack deals an extra 1d6 fire damage to the target and causes the target to ignite in flames. At the start of each of its turns until the spell ends, the target must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, it takes 1d6 fire damage. On a successful save, the spell ends. If the target or a creature within 5 feet of it uses an action to put out the flames, or if some other effect douses the flames (such as the target being submerged in water), the spell ends.

Higher Levels: When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the initial extra damage dealt by the attack increases by 1d6 for each slot above 1st

Ryti waddles down the tunnel, next to the collapsed bridge, and looks over the edge at Seron "What doing down there?"