There is definite surprise, from the fey, as he laid claim to the slaying of the tree, which they<em>all</em>described, in terrifying detail. Apparently, it had a craving for fey flesh, and liked to kill slowly; the satyr had been rescued practically from its jaws, and was still, slowly, recovering from the poison and wounds.<br/><br/>"Remains, mostly," the woman said. "Gathered, to be buried properly, away from that accursed place. It will be many years before it heals. But... if you speak truth, then what few prizes there were are yours," she said. "I was planning to bury them, as well, along with their owners."<br/><br/>It takes a few minutes for her to recover the items; a small pile of coins, (12gp in total, mostly copper), a silver ring (65gp), three small pieces of amber (100gp each), and a dirty, patchwork robe, that still looks to be in relatively good condition under the grime (detects as magical).