The best thing for a distressed and frenzied animal is to put it to sleep. The elf walks over to the battle and calmly smacks the bandit over the head with his staff...

Shillelagh: 17 to hit, 4 bludgeoning

Kulloda scrambles up, looks around, and immediately feels the emotions of battle sweep through him again. Seeing a bandit captain near him he leaps at the enemy, going full in on the attack, not carrying about defense at all.

Bonus Action - Rage

Action - Reckless Attack - Godsbane (12, 6 + 8) = 20 to hit for (13 magical slashing + 5 necrotic) = 18 damage

Mother Anachain's attack just misses the captain and he continues to stare at her, making sure the frightening woman doesn't touch him.  This is unfortunately detrimental to him as Deniz easily knocks him on the head and as he sways a bit from that concussion, Kulloda hauls his Godsbane around easily and slices the man's head off.  His neck blistering with the necrotic damage the weapon left behind as the body thumps to the ground.

The elf's calm mask breaks as he witnesses with surprise the decapitation. His body tenses and he lifts his staff to a guard position, watching Kulloda carefully...

This creature is also distressed and frenzied. Perhaps it should also be put back to sleep.

The elf glances warily at the other humanoids, silently holding his guard...

Kulloda grunts with satisfaction as the bandit captain falls to the ground separated from his head.

He notices the humanoid holding a staff and for a moment he thinks he wants to fight, then he recognizes the elf and starts to laugh.

"Ha. Lizard ate you and now you here," Kulloda says loudly. "Lizard throw up elf. Elf is lizard vomit."

Kulloda laughs some more, looking around for the lizard.

Not seeing the lizard, he methodically approaches each of the dead bandits and cuts off their heads with one quick blow from his sword.

He calls out to Anachain and Togar "Did bandits get away? Need all of them for reward."

Panicked now that the fight is over, worried that that means there will soon be eyes on the wagon again, Grimrin sinks down further, squirming under the driver's bench and pulling his brown cloak around himself to attempt to blend with the wood.

Dangit, what if they discover the pack and bow I left in the barrel?

Cymaint o drais!  Mae'n rhaid eu bod nhw'n llwgu!

The first non-magical words that the elf speaks seem to be an archaic form of Elvish, and not addressed to anyone in particular. He relaxes his stance slightly as he watches Kulloda's bloody task with renewed surprise, and then as Anachain is the only one remaining nearby, he turns to her and asks in broken Common: 

He will... eat them?

     "No.  Not again.  You don't get to do this anymore.  None of you.  Ever," Anachain says when Kulloda decapitates the bandit captain.  She makes little stabby motions with the dagger with each word she says, he mind somewhere else, somewhen else entirely.  She comes back to herself quick enough, surely sometime while Kulloda is going on his head taking tour or, at the very least, bantering with the elf.

     "He's Kulloda.  He's a bit...  too Kulloda sometimes," she says with a wry grin as a bit of explanation and apology.

     "I'm Anachain.  Our flying friend is Togar.  We were sent to clean up the bandit problem," she further explains.  She would go on a bit but Kulloda is asking about other bandits.  Anachain takes a moment to leave her own senses behind and instead see through those of Myrth who should be following the fleeing bandit...  She offhandedly reports whatever she finds.  ((Either "One is fleeing still.  I think we can track him down at our leisure.  May be best to let him get to camp first to see if there are more."  OR  "One ran off thataway.  We lost him in the chaos...  We'll have to try to track him down..."))

     That said, Anachain heads off towards the cart and the horses.  The animals had quite a scare and she is eager to calm them down...  ((Perception to see if she spots Grimrin or not?  18)

Togar takes to the air and flies over, landing beside Anachain and this elf, he starts to look at the holes in his jacket, making a small clicking sound of annoyance with his mouth as he examines it.  He raises his head from time to time, looking at Kulloda, Anachain and the elf.  He watches Anachain walk away toward their wagon.  “Hullo.  I’m Togar.  Are you alright?  It looked like they really had you, we couldn’t stand by and watch that, and these are the very ones we were sent to hunt down."  He begins to use prestidigitation to clean the blood and dirt stains off his vest, examining the holes and commenting about the mending that he must do tonight.  He looks over at Kulloda, saying "Well, now you have some bandit heads.  Happy?"

The elf looks quizzikly at each of these strangers in turn, his head cocking like a bird at each new statement as he listens attentively. Finally, in heavily accented Common, he replies with a range of reciprocating questions and odd statements:

You inquire after my health? I am well. Ana-chain. Kullo-da. To-gar. You have given me your names, I give you mine also: Denizysawlsy'ncaru'rmôrondnidyw'nmyndodanydŵr, or simply Deniz if you prefer. These humans must have been very hungry or very destitute - they begged me for more of my possessions than I was able to share. What is Ban Dit? Why do they require cleaning? You say you hunt, but not for eating. Why then do you hunt? And is that small creature in your wagon hunting with you, or is it also Ban Dit?

The elf uses his staff to point at the halfling hiding (badly) in the wagon...

Anachain looks under the drivers seat to see the wide eyes of Grimrin peering out at him from underneath. He clutches a small dagger in his hands, holding it in front of himself defensively. "Oh hello there. It sounded like you were having some bandit troubles, so I figured I'd come lend my aid. Glad to see we've chased them off..."

He shuffles out from his hiding spot, putting his knife away as he talks, and looks over at a decapitated body. His face goes pale and he quickly averts his eyes, instead scanning each new face before him. "Grimrin, at your service. If you're looking for a bit of extra muscle to protect your wares, I'm your guy, assuming you can pay of course."

     Anachain sees the little halfling and sighs.  Now what? she mentally asks herself and grips the bandit dagger she still holds a little tighter.  

     "Come from where?" she asks in reply to the little man.  And "What do you mean 'we'?"

     She isn't quick to put her own dagger away at all but when she sees this curious stranger blanche at the sight of blood and gore she feels a lot more at ease.  "Are you sure you want to try extortion at this particular moment?" Anachain asks, her amusement a bit apparent in her voice.  "Do you not see how we treat such threats?"  She points her dagger back towards Kulloda and the head collecting to make the point.

     "Perhaps you should just explain how you happen to be here just now?  The elf was obviously a victim of the bandits...  What odd coincidence has you here at the exact same time?  Are you with the elf?  The bandits?"

Kulloda thinks about Togar’s question and pauses as he jams one more head into the sack.

Then he nods.

”Yes. Happy. But need all the heads. Some got away.”

He tries to make sense of all the elf’s questions and nods. Kulloda is still amused by the missing lizard having eaten then regurgitated the elf but at least he acts direct questions.

Kulloda pokes at one of the headless corpses with a boot.

”They bandits. Thieves and killers in woods. Hunt them because mayor pay us too.” 

He makes his way over to the wagon and looks quizzically at the halfling.

”Bandit?” He asks Anachain.

     "Isn't he a little short for a bandit?" Anachain replies.  "But yet to be determined."

Thieves and killers, repeats Deniz thoughtfully. I see. Criminals, malefactors, ruffians, scallywags. You are... law enforcement officers under the employ of the local magistrate, dispensing capital punishment for crimes according to your barbaric local customs.

He then turns directly to Togar and says with a slight bow of the head: I am grateful for your intervention. These are dangerous areas in which to travel, and I must exercise caution. What manner of creature are you?

Grimrin clears his throat nervously. "No, not a bandit, I. And I didn't have extortion in mind, but rather employment. As for why I am here... I was running from a mangy hound who thought I looked a tasty treat, and scampered into an empty barrel. I didn't realize it was going to be loaded onto the wagon. And then, well... Anyway, here I am!"

His stomach growls as he tries to strike up a self-assured pose

     Anachain looks at the halfling skeptically trying to decide if she buys the dog story…

Insight Check:  Nat 1

     “Ohh, you poor wee thing!” She replies.  “Come, help us set things back to right with the wagon then we’ll find you some food for that rumble tummy of yours!”

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Thieves and killers, repeats Deniz thoughtfully. I see. Criminals, malefactors, ruffians, scallywags. You are... law enforcement officers under the employ of the local magistrate, dispensing capital punishment for crimes according to your barbaric local customs.

He then turns directly to Togar and says with a slight bow of the head: I am grateful for your intervention. These are dangerous areas in which to travel, and I must exercise caution. What manner of creature are you?

Togar is busy brushing some residual dirt off his fantastically weaved vest, albeit with two holes in it now, and he looks up when Denizysawlsy'ncaru'rmôrondnidyw'nmyndodanydŵr… asks him the question.  “I… what manner of creature am I…?  Well, my good sir, I am an Owlin.  I would have thought that someone of your… how should I say it… experience?  Knowledge?  Should know of our race.  You have never encountered one of us?  Really?”  He turns his head and says something in draconic under his breath.  Then he starts clicking his beak, tilting his head from one side to another, considering the elf.  Then, something starts brewing in his throat.  Cough, cough, *hack*, *hack*, then a great gray blob of mucous and … something .. comes up and he spits it on the ground.  “Pardon me.”  He goes back to considering the elf.  “Glad to help.  I think you would’ve been in a rather tight spot if we didn’t come along right then.”  

Then the smallest “bandit” vs. stowaway that he’s ever seen makes his appearance from the wagon.  “Hound you say?  Really?  What, was he going to nibble your bum?  Eat you for dinner?  Right.  Were you in league with this crew, waiting to pop out and finish us off?  Are you the head bandit, the mastermind behind these headless highwaymen?”  Togar turns to Kulloda, saying, “I bet there’s room in that sack for another head, especially one this small.  D’you think he’s one of the bandits in question?  And another question, do you want me to take flight and track down the other one?”  Togar looks to Kulloda and Mother Anachain, not sure yet what to think about these newcomers.  

Recognition passes across the elf's face, and even the hint of a smile. So you are what is meant by "owlin". I confess I have never seen or heard of your kind before, nor did I understand when it was told me in the town of Eldershore to seek for an owlin, a gladiator, and a mother-on-a-chain. I now see that I misheard. Anachain is the mother. And the violent half-human is the gladiator. Deniz bows gracefully toward Togar. You have my thanks, Owlin Togar.

Then, gathering his belongings, the elf asks: Are you injured? Perhaps I might assist. And with that Deniz withdraws a rather large pearl from a pouch and touches it first to his forehead and then his chest. There is the subtle but unmistakable surge of magic.

Kulloda regards Grimrin for a few more moments then comes to a conclusion and looks at Togar.

"He's thief but not bandit," Kulloda says. "Think he steal your gold but maybe not slit neck."

Kulloda then points at Grimrin's hands. "Look. Has small hands. Good for stealing. Should keep him. Can get in to small holes."

Then he turns his attention to Grimrin.

"Not steal Kulloda's gold," Kulloda says. Then shows Grimrin his sword. "Kulloda cut little thief neck if do that."

Looking up at the sky after that, Kulloda nods his agreement.

"Should find last bandits."

He's about to say more when he sees the new elf pull out a large pearl.

"Where you get pearl?" he calls to Deniz. "Steal it from lighthouse?"