"Give over me flask, Brother, that I kin wet me throat e'nuf ta speak!" croaks Thick-Neck, propping himself painfully onto one elbow under The Herald's baleful glare. He barely bats an eye-lid as Dopey the Hobbet leads the effort to turn over the bodies of his recently departed fellows in search of spoils--it's normal conduct that the victor owns the field.
Eight Hobgoblins and Thick-Neck's two Men died here, along with Gerthrude the Medium, Brother Alfwin, Menno the Fighter and Gunter the Dwarf. Fourteen bodies all told scattered along the rocky ridge.
The Hobgoblins are sallow-skinned sorts, with hunched backs and long, thick arms. They wear conical iron caps, a coarse mail over filthy arming jacks, and hob-nailed boots. They have bags, purses, and dirty water-skins between them, including 32 sp in coins, and about a day each of a dubiously dark, hard bread, as well as a lizard and a small snake (presumably for eating) and a blue egg in the bottom of a sack. Their weapons were mean axes and knives, but half the axes were ruined by Faengol's hex.
The Men carried better supplies; two-days each of goodly cheese, bread, and dried meat as well as a half-full wine skin apiece. In their purses they carried silver and gold! 30 gp and 42 sp between them; Thick-Neck carrying the most of it. Their helms and shields have been ruined in the fighting, but their mail is still on them. Two swords and a mace they carried. One of the dead Men has a hunting horn on a strap over his neck, while Thick-Neck has a single iron piton among the supplies in his shoulder bag.
A subdued figure is essentially compelled to obey. Moreover, an incapacitated figure is at your mercy, so you needn't worry too much...
1,550 XP is earned for the combat; to be divided among the survivors. Fendrel hasn't posted, so he is--as of now-- officially an NPC.
You are free to borrow/reclaim/gather to return the goods belonging to your deceased allies. Lawful types should want to do the lawful thing. Neutral types may want to be more... practical about it...
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch