So, it turns out the fire doees belong to goblins. What did you expect? You're in goblin country, after all.
You've come up to a clearing with two goblins staring hungrily at a rack of mutton sizzling over a fire. Apparently these guys are more keen on guarding their next meal than joining the rest of the hunting party. Before you can decide whether to turn back or kill them, one of them spots you and screams out. Reginold shoots this one with his bow while the other runs off.
What a cowardly lot they are!