The korija lifts its tree stump, yellow eyes on the fallen Lady Murn, intending to finish her off, ignoring the knight as he edge in with his shield. A crossbow bolt flies past the brute’s head and it seems Anjie is the only one who can stop it, but before the half-ork can swing her axe, the korija twitches and freezes, slowly stepping forwards. Except its feet do not move, it is rather falling. Strongly build, it hits the marsh water with a loud splash, an arrow sticking out of the back of its skull. Rather unceremoniously, the second threat to Moha ends. Everyone takes a moment to listen for any further cries for help, and eye the newest member of the village’s defenders, a young explorer with a shortbow. There is only silence in the late evening air, no cries can be heard and it appears Moha is safe once again.<br/><br/>Eldran'tyr helps Murn disentangle herself from the korija’s corpse, then rise shakily to her feet. With Anjie in the lead, the five heroes return to the centre of Moha, where a large crowd has gathered around the corpse of the swamp beast, thoroughly mutilated by pitch forks, and already there is a debate about what to do now. Almost everyone agrees that the beast’s corpse must be burned, but they are less sure about what to do with Elisja, the gored man. Most favour allowing or even helping him to recover, though they acknowledge the possibility that he will not survive the night. A few however worry about a tale of what can happen to the victim of such a monster, but there is some debate on whether this is for any injury, or only those from exposure to the beast’s bile.<br/><br/>The arguing is put on hold when the village’s saviors return, the crowd cheering them all. Anjie’s attempts to reclaim her dropped weapons are hindered by several villagers approaching her to congratulate her on slaying the swamp beast. They seem hesitant to touch the half-orc, wary of her tusks, but they clasp their hands together in thanks, and three of them offer her a prize: in total 5 copper coins, a small bronze amulet and half a flask of blackberry spirit.<br/><br/>An old man approaches Eldran'tyr and with a final thanks to the knight he takes Lady Murn out from his hands and the pair hobble away, the injured warrior using her spear as a walking stick. Everyone else funnels into the Goblin’s Grapes to celebrate, with many of the villages jostling to the counter, arguing loudly over who will buy who a drink.