Auriel nodded as he saw the last moments of Emlyn's own fight and his celebration. A smile creeped onto his face as he mulled it over for a moment, then he decided that a few moments of celebration -probably- wouldn't get them killed. Slapping his sword against nothing to shake some of the remaining blood off of it, he sheathed his blade and replaced his shield on his back. Then, his face lost almost all of its tension and he jumped in the air, pumping his fist once. "AWWW YEEAAAHHHH!!!! Chicken punks got PWNED!" Laughing happily, he walked over to Emlyn and sighed. "Ya did good, dude. Ya did good. Now...help me relieve these little shits of their tails. The feathers sell for bounties. I, for one, plan on making a trophy out of a few of them."

Regaining his serious composure, Auriel walked between the corpse, slashing their tails off and looping them around his belt. After gathering a few, leaving some for Emlyn of course, he started to slowly and meticulously pluck each feather out. This was not a job to be rushed. These feathers were unique, and he had to admit that they were rather striking. Not so much when the deadly creature they were attached to was trying to gut you like a fish, but still. 

After finishing up his first tail, Auriel took a break to stretch his neck and arms. "Man...we are gonna be rich."