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Royrick sighed but at least relieved knowing he could move on. The orcish fellow wanted to know should be done with the body, burn it or throw it the side, and the gnome just had to weigh in. "Just put it along the side of the trees; I think burning it will be a little dramatic." The monk said, eyeing some of the equipment, but ultimately dismissing it. For one thing, the leather armor would have been stuffy to move around in, and it obviously didn't help the kobold in question, an irony of looting armour from the dead. The spears looked too large of a weapon to use, especially if they were tethered together with cord, unless he could one-hand wield each of them. Dismissing the idea, the next weapon was a synche, in which the only problem was that it wasn't a weapon that the gnome was used to and now wasn't the time to start gettig used to it.

Having approached the old man and his son with the long nose, Teran, Royrick decided to play it calm, turning to some of his members in the group with a hushed whisper. "If we rid of the raiders, it could get us to be on the peoples' good side, and then we could know what plagues Wildsgate." he said, looking to Imara and Cormi before he turned around to Teran and looked up at him. "Your father must see a doctor immediatly and we need to get moving."