Osric took a few moments worth of rest once the fight was over- a few deep breaths, some time to readjust the heavy weight of his armor, and a dash of water from the skin in his pack. The fight had been over in mere moments, but somehow it seemed far longer- odd how a real battle seemed so much different than even the most realistic training.
He gave the dragonshield's corpse a hearty extra kick, and only then noticed the quality of the blade that it carried. "Anyone who wants a sword, this looks like a fine one," he called out, as the searching drew to a close. "If we can find a trail, we ought to push on- somebody will miss these critters before long. We did good not lettin' any of 'em get clear- any of you sharpshooters might want to work the same next time. No sense lettin' 'em know how many we are..."
OOC: Spend another surge (HP to 27, 9 surges left) and a short rest. I'm willing to continue now, if we can find a trail.