While Loheir stood amidst the slaughter, seeming to be lost in thought, Shel used the protection his presence offered to search about the bodies for anything useful.  Coins or gear that could be salvaged, and who knows perhaps there was a cultured man amongst this rabble.  Perhaps he might find something tucked away he could use to cook supper later.  Many would judge an adventurer for looting still smoldering bodies, but the reality of the matter was that at some point someone was going to come upon the bodies and search them.  Might as well be little old Shel.

It took him longer than he would have liked, as a Halfling rolling a human body over was difficult but it was always best to be thorough.  Folk around here often didn't have much so every little bit counted.  Shel didn't believe in wasting any part of the animal and he applied that philosophy to the dead as well.  Not in that way of course, but a careful search helped him get what little treats the world might offer.  In this case the time was all but completely wasted.  

"Just a facking potato?  A potato?" Shel asked the still smoking corpse, "All that and that was all you gave me?"

Shel gave the body a light kick and turned back to his guardian to see if he shared Shel's outrage but found him lost in thought.  Nostrils flared and jaw tensed, Loheir probably wasn't upset about the potato.  Whatever it was he was thinking about Loheir wasn't so lost in his brooding that he didn't immediately process the sound of an arrow burying itself in a tree somewhere nearby and duck to avoid it. 

"Shit," Shel stammered while scampering away from the body and toward the large menacing figure of Loheir and tucked the potato into a small bag hanging from his belt.  

"Let's flush them out eh?" he asked as he took a small sling off his shoulder and slipped a well formed octagonal projectile into it.  Spinning up the sling until the strap whistled lightly through the air he loosed it into a tree on the opposite side of the clearing, generating a loud thud and a slight crack.

"Come on," he comments under his breath, "take the bait."