-----Satisfied that there are no obvious threats upstairs, Sol heads back downstairs and out of the inn, intent on seeing what the situation is out in the main square.
-----After briefly looking at the mechanism with some interest, Jeilin also heads downstairs and rejoins the others outside.
-----It is strange to see the common room downstairs vacant of humanoids and it is sad to note that this inn was once a fine one promising a homely environment. Perhaps one day again it would be . . .
-----Outside, the rain now begins to slow, and though lightning bolts are still seen among the clouds, their intensity has diminished. Out in the square, Lovan, Garrison and the three warriors continue to guard what is left of the village green. Not too much is seen here of the humanoids as the army camp looks to be effectively destroyed. Shouting and yelling can be heard in the distance as perhaps more of the human prisoners fight to regain their holdings.
-----Over toward the barn, scattered bunches of people are seen moving toward it. Many of their number are ragged humans who ignore their nakedness and wounds to enter it. Standing beside it are Raven and Rinda, who acknowledge them with nods. Cheering and excited voices can be heard coming from the barn as families are rejoined. For now, the barn appears to be secured!
-----Garrison limps forward first and grumbles out of breath, “Damn hobgoblins are driven off for now!” Slamming down a crude goblinoid sword on the ground, the woodsman grabs at his injured left arm and curses, “Why did my battleaxe have to break?”
-----“Rest fer now, friend,” Dilton calmly croaks as he helps Garrison by his good arm into a sitting position on the ground. Dilton had discarded his leather cap and looked less humanoid in his hobgoblin armor. The raspy throated one, however, looked wounded also. Ignoring his wounds he quickly looked up at Jeilin and said, “How do ye fare, MiLady?”
-----“They be on th’ run!” Strolum suddenly interrupts, his armor disguise still intact. The red-haired warrior swings his sword in a pinwheel fashion as if loosening tired muscles. Strolum appears to be hardly touched by the battles he has seen. “But now what?” he asks as he looks at Sol and Jeilin.
-----Pil approaches with a slight smile on his face having thrown his hobgoblin armor from him and letting the raindrops run down his bald head. Like Strolum, he looks only lightly scratched.
-----“Hail to the Great Rager!” Lovan suddenly shouts from his saddle as he rides up. “The enemy has fallen before us and continues to run for none can stand before his great fury! As it was on our quest, could a huge green dragon stand before him? I say to you, Nay! Could the might of a goblin horde stand before him? Again, I say Nay! Could an army of orcs hide within their stronghold from him? Nay, Nay, NAY! And now, look upon those who would dare to take this village and put it under the domination of goblins! The storm continues! The enemy should look to the sky for the Rager shall send his Fury over you!”
-----The storm priest continues to rant as he turns his horse this way and that.
-----"Aye t'that Lovan." Sol yells fiercely as he looks around for Thunder. Spotting his stallion near where he left him, the warrior determinedly steps his left foot up into the stirrup and swings himself onto the saddle. He guides the horse over to where Strolum and his friend stand, "Pil, head upstairs in th' inn an' let th' folk up there know they can rejoin their loved ones for now. After that, see if ye can find some supplies t'distribute amongst those that need them. Strolum, we've saved these people an' until we know our next major move, we need to keep them safe, so start getting some o' th' more likely sorts together an' set up a watch fer this square."
-----Sol now eyes the Storm Priest with jagged fury, "Lovan, you an' I are going t'see that th' orcs an' hobs are finished with each other out on th' field an' we'll clear what remains, then bring back any prisoners that may have lagged behind from the mine." Sol brings Thunder into a light cant, heading towards the road that took him back into town.
-----As Sol and Lovan ride off, Pil runs toward the inn while Strolum looks around for some of the ragged human prisoners that have returned to the village.
-----Raven and Rinda approach and Garrison stands to greet them, winded though he is. Dilton looks at Jeilin awaiting what the Star Priestess wishes to do.
-----Raven watches Sol and Lovan riding off for a moment. He then turns to Rinda and says, “Rinda, stay here and help the others. I’m going to help Sol.” The hunter then dashes off into the dark.
-----The Huntress then turns and casts a concerned eye on the injured woodsman. “No,” she shouts at Garrison as he tries to rise from his knee. “Your wounds need tending . . . again!”
-----“Look!” shouts Strolum as the red-haired warrior raises his sword. Figures start emerging from the inn slowly. Some walk upright and a few look almost hobbled. Strolum then lowers his weapon as he sees that it is older humans that had been imprisoned inside.