Dexter grunts as he eyes the smoldering remains of the stand and uses the blanket to wrap up the target guns in neat, angry motions before tossing the bundle back to Steven. "Here, if you could carry this, I'd be obliged." He goes and grabs a bag from the wagon and locks the door securely. "There, nothing of value in there, going to have to hope the dogs keep running. For me, I think sleeping inside the walls is the smart idea tonight."
As the two walk back through the gates, a pair of guards and several townsfolk arrive from the town center. armed with a variety of simple weapons. One of the guards nods to the party, while the other inspects the goblin-covered dent in the outer wall with awe. "Well done! We think the green scum are all running, but the guard are sweeping the town for any stragglers. Please, head to the cathedral square and check in with the Sheriff. We'll close and secure the gate for the night."
One of the townsfolk is clutching his spear nervously as he watches the kobold, who is using the bulk of Aloisturm to stay mostly out of sight. "Hey, isn't that that dragon thing those dwarves wanted? Weren't they offering a lot of mon-"
Another townsperson smacks him across the back of his head, causing him to cry out in surprise. "I don't see anyone strange here, and if I did, they've been busy saving our lives, and I wouldn't be so ungrateful as to try to sell them into slaver. Do you see anyone strange?"
The first man rubs the back of his head, face flushed. "No... noone strange."