There is a tired, yet grateful expression to be seen on Zevlor's face. A faint smile tugging at his lips as he starts to speak. "You have no idea how good it is to see these people smiling." His eyes briefly trail over the refugees who allow themselves a moment of calmness and resprite... to just celebrate what was accomplished. With the thread of the goblins gone the road would be clear for them to take. But that is something for the next morning to worry about. The red Tiefling stifles a laugh, seeing how some of the others have overdone it already with the alcohol- but better to see them smile than the opposite in his eyes. It was truly something good compared to the latest harships they had faced. His gaze returns to the person in front of him... the hero of the evening. "The singing we could probably do without, but even so. Thank you."