As the skirmish drew to a close, Sieghart swiped his blade, casting aside any lingering blood sticking to it, and looked towards the old priest.

“Are you alright, sir?” he asked. “It looks like we’ve cleared this place of goblins, so I’ll send anyone I find to congregate here, okay? In the meantime, though…” The swordsman hefted his gunblade over his shoulder and looked upon the other heroes who’d fought against the goblins. “Is everyone okay?”