Jurgen is tired of these people. He casts Catapult 

damage 10 DEX Save 15 for half

Bryony's dagger, thrown deftly under the cart, does the trick. Still stuck with the arrow, he collapses in a pool of blood next to the cart, only to be pulverized by another chunk of falling masonry.

Combat is over. Everyone may act.

Kimberly does not seem bothered by the bloodshed at all, she sneers at the dead bandits and grasps one of the lighter ones by the leg, " Lets drag them all out back and send them on their way."

" Then we need to prepare for retribution."

" Do not fear.  The Silver Lady will watch over her worshippers and give strength to our teeth and claws."

"Good idea, Kimberly. And uh...if the offer still stands, I could use a little of the Silver Lady's healing touch." Quinn snickers and then groans as the laughing causes sharp pain in his wounded ribcage.

He heads off to hide the bodies. Quinn stops short of the first Redbrand and looks up, locks eyes with the young halfling boy. He places a finger over his mouth and slowly shakes his head "no". 

Kimberly moves over to Quinn and touches him on the shoulder, " The Moon Maiden gives you succour, give her your thanks in time."

Cure Wounds- 5

The halfling boy stares back in fear, realizing he's been spotted. He slowly retreats into the underbrush and vanishes.

Kimberly, healing Quinn, begins to drag one of the bodies behind (to the north of) Sir Roderick's hut. There's nothing much there except ancient ruins and tall grass. The ruins of Transendar Manor loom upon the hill to the east; to the west, you can see the backsides of some of the newer homes and shops along the main street. 

All remains quiet.

Jurgen puts the tool back in the cart. We need to get these items to the store and complete the request.

Bryony retrieves her dagger from the body of the Redbrand. While the others are moving the bodies, the young halfling stares down the Alderleaf farm, wondering what her aunt and cousin are up to at this very moment. She hasn't noticed Carp disappearing into the underbrush. She'd be horrified to learn that he witnessed the fighting with the goons.

Bryony turns to the others. "I know we still have to bury Sir Roderick and deliver the cart, but perhaps we could pay a visit to that farm over yonder at some point during our stay?"

Suddenly turning shy, Bryony studies the ground before saying the next part. "I...um, well I grew up there. That's my aunt's farm. I...uh, sort of didn't leave on the best terms. She wasn't too fond of me going to the city and trying to become an adventurer, thought I was getting ideas too big for my breeches. Anyway, I'd really like to see my family again and try to make amends, show Auntie I can take care of myself now."

" You are related to the Alderleafs?  Such nice people.  I have not yet had the chance to invite them to a prayer meeting.", Kimberely said as she began to pile kindling under the dead.

Syzygy looks toward the manor on the hill. He wondered who once owned it and how many drunks and riffraff inhabited it now. He couldn’t say he felt safe at the cottage but it was at least a quiet place to discuss how best to track Gundren. 
”Jurgen, will you help me lift our old friend from the wagon?” Syzygy says as he turns his attention back to the chores immediately at hand. 

Jurgen walks over to his old friend and helps lift him from the wagon. 

Bryony nods at Kimberly. "My Auntie isn't too religious, but she might join a prayer meeting," the halfling offers. "Are you new to Phandalin? I don't remember meeting you, but it's been about two years since I was home."

Quote from owlbear89 >>

Bryony nods at Kimberly. "My Auntie isn't too religious, but she might join a prayer meeting," the halfling offers. "Are you new to Phandalin? I don't remember meeting you, but it's been about two years since I was home."

" Oh, quite new...a few months.  I know why you came, what about the rest? Do they....uh, did they....know your family as well?"

While they converse, Kimberly has collected several of the Redbrands' bodies into a makeshift pyre behind Roderick's cottage. Syzygy and Jurgen have unloaded Sir Roderick. (Are they adding him to the Redbrand pyre, too?) 

The neighborhood and road remain quiet. You can hear some wagon traffic on the distant main street to the west and see someone haying in a distant field to the south, but there is nobody in the immediate area.

No, not adding Sir R to the pile

" Uh....I haven't done this before...how much danger is there that all this tall grass is going to catch fire and burn down the village?"

Bryony looks at the others and shakes her head. "We were all hired to drive the caravan to Phandalin. I took it as an opportunity to return home and visit. I think only Sir Roderick was also from Phandalin, but I'm not sure."

Bryony studies the grass. "That's a good point. I think as long as we watch the fire to make sure it doesn't get out of control we'll be ok. Just in case though, does anyone know any water spells?"

" I didn't think to ask for any water related blessings today, regardless I've exhausted most of my reserves..."

Fortunately, recent rains appear to keep the wildfire danger low; there are still muddy patches in the road, and while the grass is mostly yellowed around town, it is not without moisture, and probably just normal seasonal variation.

Unless you have other business first, we can presume that the Redbrand bodies were ignited in the pyre and have all been slowly-but-thoroughly incinerating in the flames. A thin trail of black smoke hangs in the sky, but attracts no obvious attention. There is no traffic at all on the side road you arrived here on, although you can hear routine activity on the main street in the distance to the west and northwest.

What is your plan, now, with Sir Roderick?

“I’ll dig.” Syzygy says coldly as he retrieves a shovel from the wagon. “Maybe somewhere to the eastern side of the cottage? We could plant flowers, build a little shrine. In memory of fallen warriors, and friends.” Syzygy thought this unlikely given the current state of the property but Byrony’s talk of home has him craving some creature comforts. He begins digging.