The party returns to a scene far different from the one they had left. The fires are out, a few patches sullenly smoldering with the last embers of the flames. The square is once again crowded, but this time with busy, energetic effort. Two of the acolytes of the temple are seeing to the lightly wounded at the front steps, while two men are carrying a third, badly injured man inside, presumably for more intensive care. Armed militia and another pair of the guard are posted near the roadways into the square, and the more observant members of the party notice men and women lurking on the rooftops with bows and crossbows. Torches and lanterns provide enough light to work by and drive back the evening gloom.
Other townsfolk are unarmed, their hands instead busy with hauling dead goblins onto a wagon and beginning to clean up from the festival and fighting.
The bonfire intended for the celebration after the consecration has been kindled, and Sheriff Hemlock, Mayor Deverin and Father Zantus are standing together in intent discussion. Despite the chaos, the Mayor looks rumpled but unharmed, while the Sheriff's face and gear show the minor nicks and cuts of hard fighting. Father Zantus is likewise unharmed, but his robe shows splotches of blood from tending to the wounded.
The party approaches, and Zantus spots them, saying something to the other two. They look up and eye the party speculatively, and Mayor Deverin purses her lips in consideration. They catch the end of her comment as they come closer. "-you sure about this?"
Father Zantus nods "Given what has happened, the people need a symbol to rally around."
Belor Hemlock shrugs as she looks to him. "They're a likely enough bunch as any. The construct and the outlander with the gun made some names for themselves already today. And the kobold, for entirely different reasons."
Major Deverin looks a little worried at this. "Will the kobold be an issue?"
Father Zantus shakes his head. "Not for a while, if it behaves."
Major Deverin nods. "Alright, then."
The three turn to greet the party with varying levels of warmth as they join them next to the bonfire. "My apologies for discussing you, like that. Sandpoint has suffered quite a shock this night. While many fought bravely to defend house and home, you five stood out." Mayor Deverin says with a warm smile.
Father Zantus nods in agreement. "Your actions allowed myself and my acolytes to secure the cathedral. Thank the Gods, not one of those beasts defiled its sanctity by stepping even one foot in. Further, you killed one of their warchanters, and without that magic, their taste for battle broke."
Belor follows up by pointing to where Aldern Foxglove, who had gone ahead while Steve was visiting the shooting range, is holding forth to a semi-circle of townsfolk. "Aldern told us what you did at the eastern gate. I think he exaggerates the extent of the goblin horde you drove off." he says dryly with a hint of a smile "But the goblin rider was one of their war leaders, and his death will make the coming days a bit easier."
"This is why I'll shortly be proclaiming you all heroes of Sandpoint. Our town is in need of a symbol to rally around, and your actions certainly nominate you all for this honor." Mayor Alderin says firmly.