After posting some letters the group met back up at the guild house to pick up ‘the’ long awaited spider armour. The group picked up Felix the Fleeting and made their way to the goblin infested cave. Passing a guard duo of the Rough Riders (mercenary company, rent-a-cops, not very well respected, often referred to as The Riff Raff), one of whom Gulch knew, they continued to the cave. A few swigs from Felix’s hip flask and they set off into the mine. Passing through the perilous pitfalls and ploys the party proceeded deeper in. Crashing a goblin campfire the group heard screeching and retching as the green tide was awoken. A seemingly magic goblin emerged and tried to royally fuck up the group, somehow scarring Gulch’s head even more. The group cleared up the goblin semi-horde and continued back onto unexplored routes.