Hoard Of The Dragon Queen

Fargen breathes heavily and jogs towards the fray to provide Thufir some support.  He closes another 25' and finds a line of sight to the Gnoll (Mulloff) engaging Thufir.  

A ray of light streaks towards Mulloff.  "Let's see how you like being cooked!"

A ball of blessed light impacts near Mulloff missing him

Thufir

Thufir, his mystical shield fading from surrounding him, focuses his attack on the same gnoll as before, hoping to return some of the damage he's taken.

Although still leery of running any further headlong through the brush Nobody continued to push down reluctance to get at least in sight of those harassing his Thufir. At that point there's little in the way of hesitance and much maybe in the way of overkill in his flinging dagger after magical dagger with unerring accuracy for Mulloff.

Lorban takes aim at the unsuspecting Harshcan before returning to the shadows.

Fargen dashes 50' towards the retreating gnoll Granook, taking cover behind a tree where possible as he pursues.

Thufir

(Specify the opponent or I'll say you attacked a tree. Or some object)

Seeing the gnolls retreating grins and runs after granook, saying, "You'll not get away from us for what you've done to those people!" and then swings his sword at it.

Attack: 3+20 Damage: 16

The last gnoll is dead, You are out of combat.

After finishing navigating any remaining brush between himself and the rest, Nobody spares a moment to look over Thufir, seeing as the Dragonborn had been the first in the fray with the prince hot on his heels. He then breathes a small sigh of relief, only to then glare at a gnoll's body after catching one in his peripheral. "I'd kick one, but I'd rather not dirty my shoes." He comments vehemently before looking to the cookfire. 

"... Think we have enough time to bury them someone near?" He asks somberly; his expression softening and filling with hints of sadness and regret. If need be after to convince the others, he'd look to what seemed loose enough dirt, and proceed to draw out a fair sized cube to demonstrate having some ability to whip up graves. As for the actual handling of the bodies however, that Nobody intended to leave to the others...

Thufir, not afraid to get his hands dirty, will respectfully help to move what he can into the graves created so quickly by Nobody; though will first attempt to find any identifying information on them. Once all are buried he'll kneel and say a quite prayer to himself before looking around and saying, "Is it likely these gnolls were alone here? Do they usually travel in such small groups?"

Lorban searches the campsite for clues about the murdered family.  Lamenting to the others, "I don't expect we'll be able to track from whence they were abducted.  Not in this gloom."

Nobody digs a large enough burial plot for the halfling family 

Lorban finds two sets of golden antlers worth about 1000gp total. Some halfling sized shovels and farm implements. Hove's of what once was a donkey.

Insight would give you that the gnolls may of been a rogue hunting party. Maybe the caravan is in danger?

Fargen looks at the others, "Feels like we've been away for a while.  First the prince, and then these gnolls.  Let's head back.  I think we've had enough excitement for the evening."

Thufir nods standing up and brushing himself off. With another silent bow to the grave and looks down the road and says in agreement, "Yes, let us be off. There is nothing more here, and we need to make sure they don't leave without us."

Once the halfling family are set in place at the very least Thufir, another wave of the hand seems them swiftly buried and out of sight. After some nervous shuffling of feet and staring at the grave, Nobody at least began looking about for any material in which he might be able to set up a burial marker before conversations turned towards returning back to the caravan.

"I mean, last I checked they were pretty much settling in for the evening. So, unless something happened, I doubt we'd have much to fear of being left behind." Nobody said with a weak smile to his voice. He spares another look at the graves before mumbling through some half-remembered prayer to Kelemvor. Then with a deep breath, he'd start to look for the antlers. Seeing (hopefully) Lorben had that covered however, Nobody turned to follow after the group.