Mikka sheathes his sword after cleaning it of goblin blood. He coughs, the fire having burnt his throat and scorched him terribly. He leans against Brightest's side, rubbing his eyes to free them of smoke.
"If anyone has some healing to share, I'd appreciate it. That blasted goblin scorched me something fierce."
Silstaren sheaths his sword and looks around the area. "Only goblins could be so incompetent. Their goods will be worthless. Their bodies will foul the earth and attract scavengers. We should drag them away from the trail."
Sparing no time to search the bodies, the elf grabs two by the collar and begins dragging them deeper into the woods.