Rather than join in the enthusiastic looting of the now-empty cave, Olard silently folds up his still-bloody war chain and wraps it back around his waist. The magic augmenting his size wears off, returning the abberant part-dwarf to merely massive instead of gigantic, but he seems wrapped in a deep, gloomy depression, sitting down by the empty firepit and staring blindly into or past it at nothing in particular.