One of the female Fauns laughs at Lily's question, leaning over the side of her goat to get a good look at the group. Like the others, she's topless save for a simple leather harness and belt for holding things. "Missy, if you really just killed three of these bastards, I think we're the ones that should be worrying for our health." A few more chuckle at that, as one of the goat-folk dismounts, trudging over on cloven hooves to one of the dead wyvern.<br/><br/>"Ye don't mind, do ye?" He grunts, pulling a shot metal knife from his belt and kicking the scaled crystal beast over. "Their hearts make passable magical batteries, but we ain't got anyone that can reliably hunt them. Thee of these will set us for a month or so."<br/><br/>"Those are theirs by rights Boderick." Ulric grunts from his mount. "Don't go snatching them away without compensation. Don't know what the town can pay you, really, given the situation. Normally we'd have something to offer, even considering the monthly tribute. With that witch's minions stealing everything that isn't nailed down?" He shrugs, shaking his head. "Well, let's head in to town. We'll have a feast at the tavern, then we can discuss that witch-hunting business of yours."<br/><br/>The group of riders offers you a ride into town, if you don't feel like walking. Either way, it's not a very far journey.