<strong>Tahline Hunithundlin</strong><br/><br/>Apparently the others were...markedly less of a threat than the leader.  I flick my blade to clean it of most of the blood on it and use one of the hobgoblins clothing to wipe it clean before sheathing it and moving to the gruesome task of rummaging through the bodies.  It always reminded me of our birthdays, save that our gifts were on dead bodies rather than living bodies.  Mother always<em>did</em>have such a way with birthdays.<br/><br/>Two bodies stand out in my memory, and hence I head for the leader by the carriage, quickly removing anything of worth from the body and stacking it nearby for sister to investigate for magical potential.  Once done with him I move to the caster.  From thence to any other bodies of opportunity, setting their things next to the wagon and stacking the bodies in their under garments.  A few moments of gathering flammables and clearing a space around the bodies, I reach into my bag and pull a flask of oil, liberally dashing the pile with it.  I pull out a holy symbol of cast silver from under my corset, a delicate 7 pointed star wreathed in smaller thorns, then murmur a quick prayer in celestial over their bodies before turning to the carriage.  "Sis?  Care to..um...'enlighten' the ne'er-do-wells?"<br/><br/>((I'm assuming some time in there for others to scavenge any bodies, but she has her two primary targets.  Once those are done, she'll rummage other bodies until they're done.  Then stack them like cordwood, find some underbrush to add to them, clear anything flammable from the area around the bodies and then set them aflame.  She will remove anyone's hands (not literally!) that get close to the leader, though.  Her kill, grrr!))