After some acting that he was in extreme pain, Zaos helped the villagers in disposing of the corpses. He more or less knew the theory of how to create a magic item that could restore health. Still, he never heard of those being commercialized, so to avoid problems, Zaos decided not to try to create them for the time being. Besides, he could always heal his wounds at home.
Some of the villager girls try to appeal to Zaos while tending his wounds. Still, Zaos ignored their advances and only smiled at them when they said anything too spicy. A smile was the best way to avoid getting himself involved in matters that could escalate too much.
"Hey, chief," Zaos said after his wounds had been covered in bandages. "I didn't hear of bandits in a while. Did your people were the first ones to be attacked in this new wave of attacks?"