Green makes a face. A frown wrinkles his brow. He sniffs, coughs, gags. He raises an arm to his lips, as if he hopes his heavy coat can block out the stench that rolls of this... place.
"Fuck!" He breathes and coughs. "Any of you come here often?" He directs his question to his comrades as they gather.
Now that they have reached their destination, he fumbles with his ax, sequestering it in his sling bag.
Green will be waring his great coat (1/0 armour). He will have his axe and a sling bag containing some food and water, along with a few smaller bags for anything he finds. If he has had chance, he will have returned to his home and picked up the TOKEN he won so long ago and the goblin fruit he had ready for the aborted poker game.