Paldon checks his gear as they setup to return to town.
(OOC:I can't really think of anything major I need to do action wise. Probably best to put Paldon in the front, Toruk in the back, and the squishiest in the middle)
Rowan smiles at both Toruk and Paldron's comments, happy to be in the middle. He gathers his good and gear, lights up his briar, and puffs contentedly on the pipe as he takes up a place behind the great meatshield of a half-orc.
(OOC:Since I have no clue where the enemy is coming from, Ill just say you guys choose your spots, and ill take the closists space to the rear of the group)