Snake's Demise.

Tyr gathered as much of the food as he could manage to fit in his pack and nodded assenting they should head back to the village.

Baelrick slows his stride to speak with Peli, his arms filled with papers and tomes. It would seem he was heading out of the cave, and towards his cart. "Whether it was scary depends on your point of view. From mine, for example, it was merely an enchanted relic, not strong enough to influence my powerful mind. But you would have seen untold horrors dancing within the facets, and would have found the urge to harm yourself overwhelming. It is fortuitous that it was I who found it. Now as for what to do next, I suggest we finish collecting these tomes, and then we begin the journey back to town. There may be more secrets hidden here, but I cannot foresee any boons for us staying here.

Tyr agreed with Baelrick nodding and excited the cave whistling as he did. That whistle he had taught both Fylgja and Thorbjorn to respond to.

Even though he usually likes caves, Daglin is not disappointed to leave these ones as well. He will help to carry as many tomes as necessary, and go with the party, on its way to town.

After loading Thorbjorn with the meat, and tying him off much to his protest Tyr comes back through the cave to see a very unwise elf disturbing an enshrined sarcophagus, in the chapel of a snake demon.

"Hmm.... this ought to be fun."

He muttered to himself. Leading Thorbjorn by the bridle to the sarcophagus he looped some rope around the lid and directed Thorbjorn to pull.

"Thorborn you don’t pull and I don't give you a treat with dinner." Tyr chided the Bison. Crossing his arms he goaded the Bison in the hip. Getting nowhere with this Tyr pulled the rope back and glared at the stubborn beast that would not pull the burden.

With little else to keep him at the cave, Baelrick looks at his haul of treasure (and by that, he means the tomes) stacked in his cart, and nods. "We had best be off, then. There is much work ahead of me, and perhaps one of these will explain matters more clearly."

Attracted by the commotion, Peli temporarily leaves her activity of giving Gragor her best attempts at trail rations and instead runs after the others, poking her head into the cave to see what's happening now. She eyes the sarcophagus and Baelrick's booty of dusty tomes, follows storming off Tyr with her gaze and then shrugs, deciding that it's probably better not to ask.

"Hey, do you think we should let the town know about all of this? Authorities of some sort?" She taps her pockets, looking for her map just so they don't get lost on the way back. She finds spices she bought instead and gives up on looking almost immediately, distracted by thinking of what she still needs to buy. "...I don't know if they have a town hall or anything, but we should at least inform them of what happened! Right?"

Upon returning to town, Baelrick heads straight for the tavern. Though he still has no money, it would be unlikely that they would turn away the savior of the town! He bursts in through the door with his mighty staff held high, and cries out to the patrons, "I have returned with tales of wonder in exchange for ale! And mighty deeds for a bed in which to rest!"

Following his word Tyr heads straight to the elders house. Arms full of food he gives a gentle kick to the base of the door and waits for the promised feast and tales of yore.