Koglan relaxed finally, looking around and he turns to make sure nothing else is trying to sneak up on them. He's turning back to the group when the Owlbear in a last attempt to kill someone lunges, again at Gurs. Koglan sadly is not nearly as fast as Griz. The cantakerous Gurs saved in the closing moments.

Koglan nods, "A good plan." He then turns to Gurs, and strides up to him. The smith hums, grabbing the front of his chest plate, looking it over then grabbing Gurs by the forearm lifting it so the Smith can look at his weapon, "When we return to the village. Come by the smithy. These will need repairs." He turns to the rest, "That goes for you all. Bring your gear to me so I can look at it properly. I have spoken on this." He says as he raises a powerful arm, motioning with his fingers, "And as payment I wish only one of the paws. Claws, and bones and fur. Nothing more. The rest can be divided up between you and the village."

The Old Smith nods, "Such a small price don't you think?" He casts a smile to the younger goblins, "Come! This is a large load and it will be quite a trip back with it." He bent and lifted an arm of the great Owlbear.