The mountain air swept through the crags, cleaining out loose snow and rocks. A lone figure stood by an outcropping, their cloak blowing about them. He watched a small band of travelers work thier way towards the mountains, directly into his path. The figure turned to several goblins behind him. "Trunt, take your trackers down the valley, I want to know everything about this group, armor, arms, and numbers." Trunt, an expert tracker goblin, bowed. "Yess Ne'Arc, it shall be done as you say" The goblin and six others picked up thier weapons and sacks and began moving down the mountain, out of sight and down wind. Ne'Arc strode from the rocky outcropping and walked around a bend in the mountain path. There stood a clearing, with thirty or so goblins lying about, tending to camp fires and sharpening thier weapons. Ne'Arc nodded to a rather fat and scarred goblin leaning against a rock. "Alright scum!" the goblin barked, moving from the rock and pulling out a whip. "Its time to move! Get off your lazy arses and gather the equipment!" Instantly the goblins began scurrying about, putting out fires and folding up tents. The cloaked man threw back his head and looked at his small band of robbers. He was a human, with dark short hair and a goatee. Nothing was too recognizable about his face except for several shallow scars. No, the interesting thing about him was his left arm. He always kept it uncovered, a sign to his goblins that he was boss. While his right arm was flesh, his left was that of a dragons, or at least thats what Ne'Arc that it was. It was green scaled and had long claws at the end, with only three fingers. Long ago the man had been in the service of a league of wizards, and had lost his arm in a battle. Powerful magic combined with interesting apothicary techicues had helped the wizards sew on a still living arm to Ne'Arcs. Whos it was he never found out. Ne'Arc motionted for the slaver goblin to come over "Graug, There is a small company of travelers coming this way. I am thinking they have many valuable trinkets with them. Take the archers and position them along the crest north of here, then take the remaining twenty goblins and position them along the path, when I give the signal, charge out and slay them all." Graug blinked his one good eye. "No prisoners my Lord?" Ne'Arc smiled "None Graug, kill them all"