"I'm grateful you did," Alalla replies, looking around at the slain. Each dead orc and civilian adds to the wall. "You would be in need of a new chief, if you hadn't."
One of Belhifet's lieutenants is dead, and nearly a fifth of the giants as well. Some civilians were saved. It was worth the price. The lump in her throat threatens to knock itself loose. She thumps her glaive. It was worth the price.
"Thanks to you and the others, we have been victorious. We have weakened the devil that wants to subjugate us. But he is still strong. There will be more fighting yet." She looks over the blood-soaked orc, noting his grin. "How goes the fight against Gruumsh? How is the tribe?" A pause. "I will want the names of all the fallen."
Al shakes her head. "Wait, no, tell me on the way. We must march. Tell your most trustworthy to help these civilians pull their carts from the mud and escort them as far as they can to Bryn Shander without risking their own safety at the hands of the militia there. If someone from the city does give them a hard time, they can say 'tell Lord Ulbrec the Lady Paladin Cagebreaker sends us.'"