<Gazrog opens the lockbox and begins counting up the silver while you relate your story.>
What!? Raptors? Just the raptors? Assaulting our caravans and looting them? Perhaps they are as intelligent as the rumors say. As if we didn't have enough problems, now we've got to deal with brainy lizards with a lust for coin.
Here, <name> - you've earned a share of the rescued silver. Thank you.