Khalin had watched the final exchanges with growing mirth. And as the young cow-herder prevailed in downing the goblin that Tradden had been unable to, his grin broke into hearty guffaws.
‘Well played young lad!’ the dwarf boomed at Offa with glee. He then turned and slapped Tradden amiably between the shoulder blades. ‘Now then, Tradden, my boy, stick by these young ’uns and you could learn a thing or two about taking down greenies!’
The dwarf was still chuckling as he began to search the nearest bodies.
After the clash and fervour of battle and the sounds of Khalin’s mighty bellows the gully now seemed to grow quiet and the sun began to dip over the rise to the west.
The group began to pick through debris of combat. Tradden seemed particularly keen to relieve the goblins and kobolds of their weaponry, maybe so that they couldn’t be found and used by other vermin.
Khalin and Celestia looked carefully at the bodies to see if there were any clues or clan symbols they could find.
Kireth stood to one side, deep in his own thoughts, and somewhat reluctant to join in the manual labour of picking over corpses.
Zero moved quickly, inspecting pouches at belts and checking fingers and necks for anything of value. In a few short moments he seemed to have acculmulated another stack of coins, similar to the silver ones he had gathered before. [34 silver coins]
The majority of weaponry had been thrown into a pile by Tradden, who was now trying to sort them into bundles to carry and instructing the two boys on how best to carry them without picking them up. As he passed them each weapon he would drop into a stance, showing the boys how to thrust and parry with a flourish. By the end the boys were laden with weapons, whilst Tradden merely held a spear, still thrusting, parrying, and twirling it about.
As Khalin investigated some of the goblin bodies he found markings on all of them - a singular stripe of white down their bodies, sometimes coming all the way up to their faces. Of most interest, however, was a small obsidian necklace around the goblin hexer’s neck. Khalin snapped it off to take a closer look, passing it to Celestia when he’d finished.
He also checked for the rod that the goblin had been waving around that had given Khalin so much pain. The rod was below the goblin’s body, cracked in half and inert.