Meet up

A party of human adventurers met a party of goblins, in a dingy underground tunnel. A warrior woman folded her arms, scowling. "What are you doing here?"

"Tracking the plant," the head goblin said, holding up a hacked-off vine. "You?"

"Same." She glanced back at her companion, and he shrugged. "Ugh," she muttered. "All right. Guess it's best to combine our forces. I'm Verin." She jerked her thumb. "That's Alistair."

"Specs!" the goblin said. Spectacles were indeed perched on his nose. "And that's, uh, lemme see, that's Scout, Steward, Stan, Sew, Staff...and Dave."

As the parties introduced themselves, Rasa took a moment to catch her breath. She'd already had to face this giant plant thing; her wooden baton and leather armor didn't really seem up to the task. But she also had her knife; her father had said that he hoped she wouldn't have to use it...No sense worrying about it now, though—She needed it, she had it, she would use it.

The combined party followed the tracks of the vines. Rasa squared her shoulders, and she followed along.