Mingan stood in the moment of victory feeling the life force of the Ogre leave his body.  ‘I’m never going to get over this feeling,’ he thought as he cleaned his sword on the Ogres clothing as the others went through the bags and pockets of the dead.  Mingan sheathed his weapon as he walked towards the group of the hooded figures sizing them up as the conversation went on.<br/><br/>This Human was obviously a nobody.  He was getting bossed around by this Rat…ling? Ratling. And he clearly had opinions but wasn’t speaking up for himself.  And this Ratling.  He really wanted ensure the party would travel with them and especially offer the group money.  And what was up with the unconscious woman?  The ratling wanted her awake the human didn’t?  There was just not a whole lot that this group was doing that filled him with confidence. This fact bothered Mingan mostly because he was in a party with a Paladin and Cleric who appeared to be dead set on helping everyone regardless of risk.  I mean at least when the walking wall of metal ran towards the fight it was to a fight and now was ready to move on…..These people would warrant watching.<br/><br/>Mingan checked his gear and grabbing his horse rechecked the tackle and saddle preparing to be once again on their way.  “Alright, reward or not I don’t really care,” he called out to the group standing around and talking the day light away, “My sword has tasted blood and the party has loot, the Cleric has even been good enough to heal the injured.  Ought we get moving before we lose the daylight?” With that he mounted his horse and gathered his bearings to continue their journey towards Soubar.<br/>