Xorben hops on his Mastiff, "Whoa....Direwolf....easy boy." 

Xorben nudges his companion to get going and lead the group back to the city.  Once safely away from the goblins he'll slow the pace to be more alert to their surroundings. 

"Take a sniff boy.  I don't want any surprises on our way back."

Rolas nods to Fianna once he's got his pack secured onto Friday's saddle and mounted up, trotting steadily in Xorben's wake. "I've not a culinary bone in my body so should you be seeking full time employ, I'd certainly have the opening once I've secured some capital and seen to the renovations the bakery sorely needs. As for the goblins, perhaps they could be recruited as a rudimentary security detail if they've a mind to anything other than wanton destruction."

Fianna mounts Artax and turns to Rolas.

"Yes, we should definitely discuss a partnership on the bakery more later."

She turns to Xorben and Bram with a nod.

"Shall we head back, then?"

Xorben prods Direwolf to move ahead and back to the city, "Sounds good to me folks.  Let's get home."

Bram nods and rides to their employer

Perhaps in another adventure then we'll meet again.

If Ehlonna is merciful, we shall.