Navigating past a flimsy door Tarser and Olly found a portly man half spooning, half wrestling a goblin. After a dividing golf swing and introductions the party found themselves a new member, a rolly polly, cartwheeling, tough talking, goblin spooning, bona fide man of the cloth and healer. The party comes upon a larger cavern, bathed in shadow, populated by whispers, hums and moans. Upon entering the cavern the group attempted to sneak up on what looked to be a large creature. Sadly an unfortunate tumble meant the element of surprise was out of the window.