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Torgrimm hefted his spear from the dirt as the goblins fled. "A spineless lot, none worthy for a warriors death anyway." His insult directed to now dead attacker who had fallen from his perch. Taking a moment to survey the situation, he tried to find something he could be of assistance with, the farmers boy seemed shaken, but unharmed, the farmer situation needed to be dealt with soon or he would bleed out, and the goblin corpse needed to be disposed of before it started to rot and attract more of the forests denizens.

Not twelve hours and this trip is already going south, and if Wildsgate keep is any more than one day away, I doubt any wound dressings will hold death away long enough. His lack of knowledge on formal medicine made him wary of the man's wounds, and the job was crowded anyway so he turned to the elf hovering over the limp body instead. He made a quick stride over to the small elf and knelt down at her side. He took a moment to try and figure out what he had landed on, but it was apparent very quickly that the fall had broken it's neck. "It has passed on, we should remove it from the road lest anything comes along for an easy meal, would you have it burned or thrown into the treeline?" He would have under normal circumstances wished to bury the creature, but the farmers injury meant that time was scarce. With his hand, he grabbed the creatures face as to examine it more effectively, it was hideous, not that he had room to judge it, and he was unable to tell its gender, nor was he willing to check. By his judge it weighed the same as an average farm pig and could be disposed of fairly easily depending on the wishes of the traveling party.