Finding the gnoll already killed -- smoking holes from Escella's blasts charring the creatures' fur around the contact points -- Tommi relaxes, and tries to sheathe his sword. It takes a few attempts, as if Gutter did not want to go back into the belt sheath without tasting blood.
Tommi turns, and returns to the prisoners, his boyish smile seemingly oblivious to the death that surrounds him. As he steps over the gnoll caster he quickly rifles through its body. This is becoming routine, he thinks. Death shouldn't be routine.
Once he's done he continues over to the (former) prisoners. "Are you all okay? You look hungry."