Fendros was quick to point at Rolaan after hearing his whimpers. "Woah, hey, careful around Kaleeth. She's not quite a pack animal." The attention took him away from Malithus, who was already working on the rest of the hostages. Fendros proceeded to scan the rest of the area, sling his bow over his shoulder, and assist with assessing and moving the wounded. He had a healing potion to help where needed.

It didn't take Sabine too long to reset her rib. It would be painful for a while, but she could attend to the other wounded as long as she didn't strain it. She tried not to look at the charred Imperial woman as she went about treating the prisoners, though images of her demise kept brushing across her eyes.

The work was quick and quiet. Soon, the remaining prisoners would be loaded, unconscious and bound into the back of the wagon and they could start moving them to the meeting spot.

Fendros was still disappointed about not getting their leader alive. He focussed on the task at hand for now. Before they started moving, Fendros took one last look at the charred remains of the leader to see if any identifying jewellery or other items survived.