Chrrou remains quiet for a little while, finally sighing and reasoning that the silence means that nobody's seen any sign of the captured guardsmice. One more thing for him to interrogate the lizard over, once his nerves are calmed from the frantic urgency of recent combat. The easy camraderie of the group makes it easy to relax, though, from the affection of Grai and Lilandra to the antics of Sashi and Sen and even just the sight of the enlarged and engorged Geno as his stomach administers justice. Only the sight of Fiona makes him shudder; now that he's his normal self again, her scent gives him shivers once more. Maybe sometime when he can ask her privately...<br/><br/>"...If there's something you can use, I figure you should take it... just don't get rid of anything," the druid nods toward Sashi. "Even what we can't use is valuable," he adds, turning his eyes back to the high-piled spoils. "I'm sure any enchanted gear will find a buyer in town... Maybe the defenders of the city would have need. It'd be fitting..." He starts to reach for the red gem, intent on settling the question of whether it bears magic, but he pauses as he remembers something, gazing toward the now-quiet thicket of thorns. "...When do we want to deal with the trolls? I can take care of it if you all don't care to, but... well, the thorns are there for another hour and a half or until I dismiss them, whichever comes first." He allows himself a grin, adding, "Either way, they'll get a warm welcome when they come free."