Vicamros Urthadar - Paladin
Vic slit through the other goblin with the reverse stroke of his blade. His wrist flicks the blade to start the cleaning process, followed by wiping the flat of the blade along the calf of his pants. Pulling the blade back up it's sheathed, and he gives nods to the people who praise him. He raises his hand up in a passing sort of fashion, all the while working on removing his shield.
His shield is removed and stowed back on his back as he looks about for a brief moment. A nod is given to the man who shot at an arrow at one of the goblin assailants near him. He glances about fully to see the others who were grave enough to help out at the town square. His mouth curves into a bit of a smile, happy at the fact that there are still people willing to help out in this world.
With a concerted effort he takes a knee next to each goblin. Pulling free a couple copper pieces each, he places them over the eyes of the goblins. Once their eyes have been covered he reaches for the prayer book at his hip, pulling it free of the clasp and opening it up. He reads a short prayer for each, then replaces the book to his hip. The whole matter took maybe thirty seconds before he was back on his feet.
Regaining his feet, and his balance, he starts to pick his way toward the sheriff. He stumbles a bit on some of the wood, wincing some as his injured leg comes to a shuddering stop into a log. He looks down toward the injured leg once more, making a mental promise to try and take care of it when he got to the sheriff.