Human Paladin of Bahamut
Current HP: 33/33 (12)
Riven nods satisfied as the last of the villains are laid low. "These supplies won't be making it to the Iron Circle filth anytime soon, ha!" the paladin says with a smirk. He takes a quick moment to wipe the blood off his blade before sheathing it at his side again.
He walks up to the elderly woman and says, "Enchantress, well met. I am Rivenalis Cambryn of Albridge, one of the few last bastions of freedom against the tyranny of the Iron Circle. We thank you for your aid. Pray tell, why did those villanous fiends have you bound and in the cart? Do you know more of about where these supplies were headed? Wik, do you want to check out the wagon. I suggest the rest of us police these bodies for clues and valuables."
The tall, blonde paladin will chat with the woman for a bit and then get to work piling up the bodies on the side of the road (so it doesn't obstruct traffic) to get ready to burn their corpses. He insists on burning on them (burying would take too long), although refuses to give them last rites.