Sid gave a reproachful whine as Angel stopped rubbing his belly, staring hopefully at her from his position on the ground. Before eventually rolling over onto his feet onto his feet when it became clear she wasn't going to continue giving him food or rubbing his belly. The good times were over, apparently. Laying down his head on his paws, the dog rapidly closed his eyes and went to sleep. He cared little for the smell of owl, or the fact that the people around him were all talking. As soon as the belly rubbing had stopped, he lost interest in the proceedings. Zal, on the other hand, noted with some interest Angel's mix of both Cherod and Elven features. That was unusual. As Sid proceeded to do what Sid did best, he only gave a small sigh. He hadn't been lying when he had said the dog could sleep anywhere. Sid could, and usually did. It was a talent that Zal would have found admirable, if it wasn't for the fact that the dog slept at the most inappropriate moments. Regardless, he regarded Angel after her response. Apparently, there was a guardian about. Then again, that could also have been a bluff to make them more wary of trying to kill her. But, to be perfectly honest at this point, he didn't really care enough to try and kill her. "Look, I don't care where you're from, or who your guardian is. As long as you're not here to try and kill us, rob us, or similarly harm us or the inn, I'm fine. After being manipulated into doing a tree's dirty work, being clubbed on the head and kidnapped, and then killing a bunch of bandits in the inn, all I really want to do is go to sleep." 

Maybe the headache from overusing his magic and getting hit on the head with a club would go away when he woke up. Maybe not. As it was, Zal was just tired. Extinguishing the flame in his hand, "Do what you will. I myself, am going to go find my bed again, and hopefully not be awoken by someone hitting me in the head with a club. If you wake him up to keep petting him and giving him food, Sid will be your best friend for a while." The bodies were all buried in one way or another, the village was saved, and no one in their party had died. As far as Zal was concerned, mission accomplished. Time to go to sleep and then get out of the village and away from the tree ent before it decided it had another task for them that it could have done itself. Turning to Elrithian, he said, "Are you done with my amulet?" He almost considered telling the Elf just exactly where the power came from, if for nothing else than the reaction. But no, that would just result in the fool refusing to use the amulet when he needed to next time, and that was a situation that was best avoided. 

Sid began snoring.