His just rewards.

Neesta felt pretty proud of what he had accomplished. He had not intended on saving everyone and only hoped to save a few stragglers in the rear, but things worked out surprisingly well. His mind drifted through the possibilities. Surely he would be praised and accepted as the deciding factor in saving the day. Perhaps some of the women would even show their appreciation for their rescue during in some certain way.

He made his way towards the center of the group. A beautiful girl with a nice hourglass figure, a small chest but sporting a beautiful set of legs caught his attention. She was only holding a thin cloth against her barely covered body trying to hide herself. Neesta planned on putting on a good show, integrating himself as the savior of the group in full view of her when suddenly a shout rose up. The large man who still had the bloodied spear that he used to skewer the goblin stepped in front of him.

"Ladies... Gentlemen" He motioned at the boy who was helping the cut up man, "If I may have your attention. I know that we have been through a lot, but we have to work together in order for us all to make it back to safety in one piece. I'm going to group you up and set you up on some tasks. Some of you are going to be focused on food, some on water, medical aid. The more capable ones will be given weapons to protect us all..."

The man continued to speak on and separate the former prisoners into groups and set them about tasks. Neesta had stopped listening though and was more focused on trying to control his frustration at being almost literally butted out of the group. The man did nothing! He was tied up for most of it and he didn't even have the courtesy to thank his rescuer.

Despite that, Neesta couldn't find anything wrong with his instruction. The man was competent as a leader. As he was brooding over the thanklessness a woman approached him. She started speaking, but the catfolk was so far pressed into his irritation that he was clearly in no mood to talk and she quickly left him be.

Neesta took a deep breath to take control of his emotions and put his blades away. He moved to the nearest civilian, "Do you know the way to the nearest town?" He asked.

The woman pointed down the way and that was the direction that he took. Meanwhile, his mind mulled over the rewardless act of heroism that he performed...