"That weren't a proper attack,"[/color] she grunts to the Sheriff and the Bailiff; "That woz a test o' yer strength; there were eyes all over that raid, markin' yer numbers an' yer tactics. They got wot they wanted, I reckon; Ye'd do well ta look ta yer defences."
"Got a bunch o' prizners over on the South side," she adds with a nod of the head in that direction; "Wizard-boy knew 'is stuff - copped 'em wiv some fancy rainbow-spell. They's human inta the bargain; might 'ave some answers if ya asks 'em proper.."
Sheriff Rol looks around at the wounded and dead and clenches his jaw. "Bailiff get the wounded home, send a runner to Olts Tower and bring the healers, get our men separated from this filth. It's going to be a long day let's get a pyre built for the goblins, the sooner they are burned the better."
Bailiff Watson manges a small chuckle that seems the brighten someone the lads "Yes SIR, a little fire will clear the air, ha"
Rol then looks at Hagwen, then at Coln and Rhegaer. "Prisoners you said lady? Well lets see what's going on."
You all set off across town to where Phadian and Alrik are with the bandits.
the Pale, Elf Hero/Spellbinder (MV 12", AC 9, HD 4/2, hp 11/11, FC Hero, L) helm, bow
the Dwarf Veteran (MV 7", AC 3/5, HD 2+1, hp 9/9, FC 2 Men1, L) mail+sh+helm, waraxe