Oberon backs up step by step with the ranger, keeping the shield wall so that none of the goblins or the troll can get past. His axe sits a this shoulder, ready to swing at whoever is the first to charge.
Hearing that there's a troll, Jess turns on her heals and runs down the passage for the entrance to the cave yelling, "Feets don't fail me now!" She is quickly followed by Gervase and Aseneth.
Rethal, working a fighting withdrawal, is unable to land a solid blow on the hobgoblin before him. Fortunately, the hobgoblin isn't able to hit Rethal, either.
Oberon has better luck as he's able to cut down both the goblin and hobgoblin in front of him. He get's the additional feeling that Moradrin is looking out for him as large rock ricochets off of the cavern wall next to his head having been hurled at him by the troll.
The troll let's out another deafening roar being upset at missing a juicy snack.He continues to lumber after the party, still hoping to score a tasty treat.
Oberon does a back a backing retreat. He does not expect his short dwarven legs will let him outrun the troll if he turns around and this Rethal and the others time to prepare a proper "Warm" Greeting for the troll. As he backs away his concentration is on his shield, but he swings if the troll gives him an opening.
The troll and remaining hobgoblin don't seem terribly motivated to chase you down the corridor. They stop on their end of the corridor and wait to confirm that you take a left and head out of the caves.
Once you get our of the cave, you see that it's almost dusk and, looking to your left, you can just barely make out a cave entrance in a copse of trees. This is the same area that Rethal saw the troll come out of the trees to get water at the stream that's running down the center of the small canyon.
Everybody in the party is more than happy to agree with Rethal's plan. You travel back to the keep without incident and, before going to the trader for supplies, head to the One Eyed Cat.
Once there, Jess explains that while she's all for a little sneaking around and killing goblins, trolls are a little much for her taste and goes back to serving drinks.
However, you notice that with the new arrivals, there's a man at the bar sporting the insignia of a military scout.
Sitting hunched over at the bar the unknown entity almost seems to mask his drink as though he does not want anyone to see what he is drinking. He turns briefly to see who just came in but returns to his own business.