Milton and Aldarren take a more careful look at the giant's camp. Aside from the smoking carcass of the black bear, they find a bedroll of green hides, poorly scraped and quite foul. A cask lies empty nearby. The smell of cheap wine is all that remains.
Underneath the bedroll is a stout leather sack containing the following...
three stones the size of a human's head, a leg of venison with a slight green tinge to it, a knight's helm (with a thumb sized hole through both sides), two iron manacles, a small pouch with 34 gp, 233 sp, and two rough cut gems (possibly emeralds), a scuffed up scroll case, a mud caked dagger in a wooden sheath, and a battered war horn (flat as a pancake)
A small, yet cheery fire is made and trail rations are passes around the company. The darkness seems a little less overbearing now, stars can be seen twinkling overhead and Pallandrian shines down, her large graceful crescent hiding the scars of recent history. She shines down as if providing comfort to the little ones nestled in the bedroll. Amongst the trees, riding low on the horizon, is Heimos, the small, sanguine moon. it glowers at its viewers, as if trying to dominate all things.
The company has won their first battle, but many more loom ahead before all may find peace. But for now, it is enough.
Peter and Belle roll over in their bedroll and each child plants a quick kiss on the rana's brow, "Goodnight, Uncle Miltie! Thank you for saving us from that mean old giant..." whispers Belle, and they fall fast asleep.