Once the situation seemed to calm down, Trear went to pick up her arrows in case some could still be fired. Twenty was plenty, but it never hurt to gather back the ones you used. This process had her walk over to the hooded figure she had shot earlier and a bittersweet smile crept onto her face. Sure, the shot had been amazing, but it still did take a life away. The somber feeling was quickly brushed away by the fact that this person had attempted the same against one of her current companions and she jerked the arrow out of the figure's side. Recognising how the person was laying flat on their back, she figured out the half-orc must've been here before her, checking if there had been anything on the person. She'd have to ask him to see.

She approached the others from the street quite a while after the last one, missing the entire conversation about the kobold and the prospect of taking a rest. Instead, she caught on Orchid's words on killing the scaly piece of added luggage they had with them and continuing on their journey. "[color=lightgreen]It might know who these people are, unless you found something that already told you. But I agree on going to the keep, having a place to rest would be good...[/color]", she responded to the green guy's idea, taking a careful look at all the injured in the group when it came to having a resting place.

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Trear recovers a single usable arrow.
Orchid, on the other hand, found a couple rings from one of the dead kobolds, some it had been wearing on one of it's teeth. They seemed to have been added quite recently as they were rather easy to get out of their place. The hooded figure was carrying a pouch of coins (currently not specifically counted) and had shortbow and a quiver with seven (7) arrows. Again, no identifying objects. Even their leather armour was quite bare, failing to contain any real identifiers.
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