"I don't suppose we'd be able to track down who these items were taken from?" asks Lucien, looking over the spoils. "Assuming the folks who owner them are still alive, that is."
"Might not be hard," Tabitha opines. "Though it'd take a lot of time. These orcs have probably been marauding in a path. If we find another spot they hit, we can draw a line on a map and use it to figure out where they've been."
She frowns and nudges the erstwhile orc leader with the toe of her boot. "Wonder how long they actually thought they'd get away with it."
"Honestly, and I don't know if my mentors would approve of me saying this, but I think we are entitled to a fair share, perhaps all, of the spoils for our trouble and effort."
Lucien shakes his head and Manous' words. "Nay, my friend. It is our duty as servants of the realm to return these items to those from which they were taken, if at all possible. Likely, they need these items more than we do."
Given Orcish reputation you assume the former owners are dead, but you could use the stuff to arrange a proper burial. About 70 gp worth of the coin are from the far north and crudely made. Another 200 gp are local coins. The other stuff is worth about 150 gp. The ritual components, ritual book and potion are likely Orcish in origin.
The commander of the Church Knights surveys the fallen Orcs with disgust and ventures back outside followed by his men.
"Lucien, I still maintain that we are due a reasonable share for the work that we performed in gaining these items back for the ones who lost them. After all, it is written, "The workman is worthy of his hire."
"And if we cannot find the rightful owners, or the items come from too far afield, than certainly we can keep that as our share," responds Lucien. "But should the orcs have left survivors in the wake of their raid, certainly those people will want their belongings back. Is the taking of stolen goods not a continuation of the original crime?"
OOC: I find it humorous that it is the paladin advocating for taking things that don't belong to the group. LOL.
Ali smirks and just manages to keep his mouth shut as the Church Knights parade through. Listening to Manous insist on keeping booty, Ali finally opens his mouth, "Manous is just afraid that if he can't keep some of the booty, he'll have to beg for food."
The old man, still seemingly asleep, coments in his reedy voice. Keep it, but put out word. Dishonest ones vill claim it, honest ones vill have proof. Their burden. Not ours.
Thayoon comes back up from the basement with the innkeepers in tow, telepathically whispering words of comfort into the minds of the traumatized couple. He pats the old rifleman on the shoulder in agreement as he casts his alien gaze on the retreating form of the commander of the church guard. The third point of deep blue light appears as the commander passes the doorway. "I don't suppose the brave knights of the church happened to safely return the terrified waitress that was careening down the road, who begged us to intervene with these vile raiders?"