Sana looked over towards Vaeri as she heard her name and shook her head.  “Your guess is as good as mine. I found Ariana in a hole that was hidden outside of the camp thanks to Hughs steed. Had just gotten her out and was about to head back here when he showed up demanding I give her back,” Sana said as she ran her fingers through the little ones hair. The words reminded her of Rodger and she placed her fingers to her lips, giving out a quick series of whistled calls. Rodger came trotting over from a dark alley and Sana let out a sigh of relief; one less thing to worry about. 

	Sana glanced over towards the man on the white horse and perked a brow. She hadn’t seen him before but he had helped during the fight; which she was grateful for. “Thanks for the assistance,” she said in a tired voice before turning her attention back to the little on in her arms. She was still a bit too tired to get up and walk back to the inn but figured it didn’t hurt to just sit there for a while. 

	As Vaeri went into the shop, the bell dinged above the door and Sister Agnes looked over, slightly glad to see someone come in. She had stayed in there to see if Lob or Wylsen needed any help or for her to retrieve anything but she had seen enough blood for the day. Walking over to the counter she took the claws and began to place them in wide mouthed bottles. “Thank you so much,” the nun said in a kind voice as she looked over towards Vaeri before she began to seal the bottles so the claws could be used when the group returned with the rest of the items that Wylsen needed to take care of the orphans. 

	Wylsen leaned back and popped a cork into the forth bottle of blood he had been able to drain from the Hell Hound, thanks to Lobs help and smiled to himself. Picking up a rag he cleaned his hands off somewhat and patted the half-orc on the shoulder. "Good job, I think that will let me make something very useful for you and your group by morning. What else did you want to get from the creature?"