Skirmish in the Mossed Hollow

After forcing their way through a low, fungus-furred cave hollow beneath the forest, the party found the hobgoblin warband's makeshift camp — a tangle of roots, splintered stakes, and a lean-to lined with scavenged hides. The Expert had rigged a trapped corridor the captain used as a chokepoint; the Warrior and Guard fought at the entrance while the Captain and his two spellcasters tried to coordinate from the rear. The mage's attempts at simple arcane control were interrupted by pitch-and-torch lighting and the healer's frantic attempts to bind wounds. In the scattered wreckage and on subdued bodies the party recovers practical spoils: crude but serviceable weapons and armor, a modest purse of coin, a few components and scrolls from the mage, common medicinal supplies and herbs from the healer, and small tokens and raw materials likely gathered from the surrounding woods. Nothing glittering or obviously legendary — but everything useful to a Level 2 band trying to outfit themselves for deeper threats in the forest cave network.