Kal searches the sorcerer. Might be something useful on it. Before he does so, he (once again) comforts Etoile.
Kal finds a bag of shiny trash on the sorcerer's belt. Mixed in among metal scrap and shiny (but worthless) stones is a mix of gold, silver and copper coins. Some quick calculation says he's found 20 gold in currency.
Meanwhile, Zeratuu finishes tinkering with the lock as it clicks open. The vegepygmies rush out, patting her on the shoulder as they go with clicks and chirps. They quickly swarm over the goblin remains, grabbing their crude weapons. One of them tugs Kal's leg and offers up a potion bottle that had somehow survived the warchanter's death before the vegepygmies swarm off.
Zeratuu tugs on Etoile's sleeve as Steven gathers up the target guns and points towards the cathedral, where Father Zantus, a breastplate strapped across his chest over his ceramonial robes and a mace and shield clutched in his hands comes rushing over, puffing for breath."Sweet Desna, what a mess!"
he says, going a bit pale as he looks at the brutally executed goblin corpses scattered around the group. the magic effect on Aloisturm takes this moment to wear off, and the construct shrinks to a more normal size. He eyes the group critically for wounds and looks pleased to see everyone in good health. His gaze pauses at the construct and the kobold, who tries to step further behind Etoile. "Well... I'm guessing you're the lot who caused the trouble with that distasteful menagerie earlier, hm? I can't say that I'm all too displeased, at that."
He gestures to the square, which is silent now, the corpses of goblins scattered where the group has fought two bands of them, and a few others here and there. "Thanks to you among others, we're managing this raid. Most of their warsingers are down or have run out of magic, and without their courage being bolstered, I think they'll run soon. All the same-"
From the east, a panicked scream is heard, and the frantic barking of a deep-voiced dog. At the same time, two men enter the square from the south, supporting another man with his arms slung over their shoulders. Blood is leaking heavily from his side, and he looks waxy and pale. Father Zantus looks frustrated. "I can't be in two places at once... please, go and see what's going on, I'll help that poor fellow."