Draignean turns to the men and women assigned to him. "Alright, I know you're a bunch of mismatched, ill trained, poorly shod, inept, swill drinking, yellow hearted dogs, but I'm going to do my best to overlook that fact. I can only hope that these rat humping gobbs do the same for you." The plan here was to make them angry, a good sort of general anger helped ward off fear. Fear would destroy them faster than any goblin arrow would. "Now, my plan is for three of us to go unarmed into the river carrying sacks that are stuffed to look like they are full, and run from five armed goblins." There was a murmur of general discontent at this plan. "Shut your festering yap, I need the five shortest people here to be the goblins. You will make yourself green if I have to take you by the scruff of your necks and slam your empty heads into the grass until you can't remember the name of the god you pray to." Comprehension dawns on the mercenary force, along with more eager grins from the newer hires. "We're going to trick the main party of goblins, the sacks that the three men in the river will be carrying will hold their weapons. The goblins will be eager to trap three scared humans running from a larger force, and they'll probably hold off on the arrows until their own are clear. The Remaining 4 of you had better have bows, when the goblins realize they were tricked they're going to start shooting. You're going to pick off the snipers while the rest of us engage the goblins as close as we can. Let us rip these goblins so badly that their grand-children get tremors and shit themselves when someone MENTIONS the word caravan. Any questions?"
Carry out the plan. Draignean will be positioned as one of the men running from the goblins.