The Phandalin Chronicles

Thalas takes the time to truss up the goblin and then deliver it to the others.  After learning that Akra took off north into the woods alone he goes to follow after her.  He is able to find her tracks and follow her north but has yet to see or hear her.

Unaccustomed as he is to forests and therefore not being able to see the sky, Thalas doesn’t rush it but makes his way smoothly and steadily along the narrow trail following Akra’s steps.

Akra grins as she continues to chase the goblin. It reminds her of the many times she and her brothers would race across the island. Sometimes she chased them. Sometimes they chased her.

In her mind is only the chase. What will she do when she catches up? Who knows!

As Akra's 'hunt' was in progression, Bozzlewick still found it hard to believe such blatant foolishness had occurred during the immediate aftermath of the battle. But, as tempting as the notion of joining in pursuit was... Actually, it wasn't all that tempting for the gnome, and he'd have said as much had anyone asked him!

However, none had done so, allowing Bozzlewick to instead focus on the task of overseeing the prisoners' arrangement and security detail. Of Thalas' own departure to try and catch up with Akra, the gnome had but this to say: "... Incredible." That was it. Just one word before shaking his head and leaving the goliath to hopefully wrangling in their wayward companion.

Or failing that, returning with news of her unfortunate demise! Regardless, once each goblin had been secured to spokes of the wagon (or if the idea was rejected, to a nearby tree), the gnome confiscated any remaining weapons were on their person, patted them down for extra good measure, and then gave them an impromptu medical check up to try and gauge how long it might take for the goblin to rouse on his/her own.

-Medicine: 20.