The adventurers had nothing to do for now.
There was one rule for the loot distribution for fights in the wilderness.
It was pretty simple: those who contributed would get benefits.
In the previous fight, the adventurers didn’t contribute, so they didn’t get to take the loot.
But under Anna’s directions, they began to tear apart the gnoll camp, using the logs to surround some mine tunnels with simple fortifications.
"Why didn’t those gnolls make a camp on the edge of the mine? It would have been easier to defend."
Cat raised a question somewhat doubtfully.
No one was able to answer him, and the gnolls were already dead. No one knew how those packs of animals thought.
After the bloodbath, the rage of the White River Valley garrison was vented to some degree.
They meticulously piled up the gnoll corpses and burnt them, and started taking care of the loot afterwards.
