[center][h3] The Next Morning [/h3] [/center]

[b][color=00aeef]Aromull[/color][/b]
Surveying the damage
Seren’s Folly, entering into Witches’ Paradise

Aromull had stayed up the entire night after the goblin raid had finally ended, happily assisting with the burning of corpses and clearing of damage. Many others did not seem to enjoy the strange smell that came off the goblin corpses, but Aromull found such a smell quite intriguing. All along the night he took notes on the goblins, noting each and every way one was killed and also kept tab of what damage the goblins had caused.

On Aromull’s assessment of damage he had tallied the damage of seven chicken coops, around twenty buildings damaged, fire damage to a small section of the town, eight deaths, and six people unaccounted for. He likely didn’t have the numbers completely accurate, but they were a start.

As the sun came up the scholar rubbed his forehead as he noticed just how tired he was, and looking down just how dirty his clothing had become with all the dried blood and muck from hauling all the bodies. Well, he supposed it was why he always brought a change of clothing, but he still had some work to do first.

Entering into Witches’ Paradise Aromull slung a pack of goblins weapons he carried over to a small table on the side. Most of the weapons were crude and rudimentary, crafted quickly and cheaply. However, there were some particular items Aromull had taken an interest of, and decided to bring in the entire lot to inspect them.

[color=00aeef]“Morning everyone,”[/color] he said to all in the tavern. [color=00aeef]“I know yesterday was quite exciting for all of us, if I could just have everyone’s assistance very quickly I’m trying to take account of all missing items and persons. If there’s any hunters we’ve lost I’d like to take note of it.”[/color]