Hagwen fits an arrow to her bow-string.
She takes another look at the goblin settlement and frowns.
"Keep 'alf 'an eye on yonder hut," she mutters darkly, indicating one particular ramshackle dwelling standing close to a pile of tumbled stones; "Summat I don't like about it - feels wrong."
She eyes potential targets.
"Spell first," she grunts; "No point wastin' arrers on 'em if they're snoozin' - that's wot the Gods gave us daggers for."
And she grins disturbingly...
This one has good sense! *pulls out crossbow and short sword*