The adventurers moved quickly shortly after the cyclops's demise. A few ran into the compromised hideout to pillage, while others looted the cyclops's corpse. Raugar and Ano checked the hideout for anything of value, and there was much in terms of general utility. Ano knew where the orc had kept looted weapons and armor she had scoured from the dead. It wasn't anything impressive, but perhaps they could make it into something useful. She also knew, somewhat, where the orc had kept a few potions. She only knew somewhat as the orc had always carefully put them away, but soon Ano would find three vials containing a crimson liquid, almost like fresh blood. Healing potions, presumably. Raugar on the other hand didn't find anything nearly as immediately valuable aside from the multitude of ingredients and reagents presumably used to make potions. While certainly useful for those with the right knowledge, in their raw form they were little more than bottles of dried plants and preserved mystery meats. Whether he'd take them or not would be up to the paladin.

Roy would find the safest way down the building short of a long climb would be trying to reach and jump onto the cyclops' corpse. Even dead, it was at least fifteen feet tall, just high enough for the marksman to safely land on it's corpse to prevent a more dangerous thirty foot drop. As for the kobold, slicing the straps to the breastplate was easy enough, but dealing with the buckler was harder than she might've thought. It was attached to some sort of strange mechanism that seemed to either collapse into the buckler or extended out from it, but it was jammed. By the time she managed to pry it out and got to the loin cloth, the screaming of the trogs drew dangerously close. She did manage to slice off the loin cloth however, revealing the cyclops was actually female. It made the cloth no less rancid.

Thokk stood vigilant, and would be the first to tell when the trogs finally arrived. Sure enough they arrived in hordes; the moment they poured out from the side of the streets, he could easily see that there was at least a twenty trogs about two hundred feet away, and likely more to come if they stayed. They could smell the death off the cyclops and would turn their attention to their next meal, both dead and alive. If the party left now, they could possibly flee the trogs while they feasted upon the cyclops corpse, but if they didn't they would have their hands quite full.