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After enough time has passed for Baraglin to calm his nerves with a spot of tea and biscuit or three, he would feel curious enough and almost compelled to start searching bodies. But he doesn't just do start searching bodies he approaches it almost like a store keeper taking inventory. He would mark out piles for weapons, armor, trinkets and cash. One area for the Orcs one area for the fallen hirelings and party members.
"Alright like grandpa always said these fields aren't going to plow themselves. Let's just take a look at what we need to dispose of. I can't abide the thought of leaving Orc weapons about for them to come and find. I'm starting several piles if anyone wants to help. Not sure what to do with the stuff from our fallen friends, I'll put that stuff separate incase family members need to be contacted."
So the little hobbit would start stripping Orcs first with out a hint of discomfort, it's all business now.