Seeing the dwarf return with a large smile upon his face, the young elf sighs and spend a few seconds wringing and shaking the remaining dirt and water that has soaked into the hem of his robe. "Yes, yes, good... the goblins are fleeing, they're afraid to come back, everything cleared, can we go back to town now?" he snips. "If there are any still remaining hanging around... I say we just leave them here, let them find the piles upon piles of bodies of their brethern, and maybe then they'll get the hint and just leave on their own. This chasing after each and every one has grown quite monotonous... well at least for someone like me who doesn't do this anyway as a hobby." He looks out of the corner of his eye at Krobryn.