Father Zantus is slightly breathless as he reaches the group...
"Thank you so much for what you are doing." he starts as he releases a burst of healing energy
2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11
"Please continue driving off these horrific little creatures"
A goblin near a cart, just to the south of the festival grounds had lit its friend on fire and both of the creatures were panicking
"oh no, thats the cart with the bon-"
FWOOSH!