Having just finished giving drinks of water to everyone that would accept it, Fiona stood and brushed off her knees. "I'll take a look around, see if I can find anything." It was calm at last, and while the scene could have been better, with less offensive smells and sights of bloodshed, the forested area was peaceful again, something the day surely needed. Fiona was in excellent condition, but she could already tell that she would be in sore need of rest by nightfall.

Just as she started looking for a place to search she noticed her horse trotting back into the camp. Fiona was a bit surprised he hadn't kept his distance, but she was glad all the same, going over to meet him and briefly stroking his neck. "All clear now," she assured him, before leading him over to the covered wagon she could see. That looked like the mostly likely place to store something, and she hoped that with the speed of their attack, the slavers wouldn't have had the time to hide anything valuable, or seen the need to. Leaving her horse outside the entrance to the wagon, Fiona quietly slid her sword from the sheath, not wanting to alarm the freed captives, but also wanting to be prepared if there was anyone inside.

As it turned out, there was not, and her hopes were correct; there were some obviously valuable objects lying about in the wagon. Sheathing her sword, Fiona's eyes were drawn to the moderate sized chest first, and while it was locked, the chest itself wasn't very sturdy, and a quick downward stomp of her boot was enough to break it open. Her eyes widened noticeably when she peered inside. The chest appeared to hold the slaver group's treasure, consisting of silver and gold pieces, as well as a number of colorful gems, few of which Fiona knew the names of. That one was an... amethyst? She thought so, anyway. "Wow," she breathed to herself, shutting the lid of the chest again. That was certainly going back to the village with them.

The rest was scattered in a fairly unorganized manner amidst piles of junk, but some of it was quite useful, as far as Fiona could tell. There were three potions, labeled Bull's Strength, Cure Light Wounds, and Mage Armor. She took the Bull's Strength and Cure Light Wounds potions for herself, figuring those were most useful for her, and set aside the other one. Two scrolls were present, Protection from Evil and Gust of Wind, and there was a cloak near the back which, judging by the inscription on it, was magical, and would increase resistance. Taking the cloak, she placed the potion and the scrolls into it, put it on top of the chest, and then grabbed the chest by the handles on each side, lugging it out of the wagon. It was heavy, but manageable for such a short distance.

"Found quite a bit inside," she announced to the group, setting down the chest. She opened up the cloak to display the items next to the chest, and then lightly kicked open the lid of the chest to reveal the gold, silver, and gems within. "We could take some as payment for the job here, but I think most of it should go to the village. They'll need it to get all these people taken care of. As for the items, I took a pair of potions, but figured the rest would be better off elsewhere. So... take what you need." Considering herself an adventurer and not a treasure hunter, Fiona really had no attachment to any of this. The gold would be useful certainly, but it would be better spent by someone other than her, she knew.