Again, things begin to calm. There is simply no one left to kill, and you and yours remain quite probably the last vestige of not just civilisation but life on Erebus. All that remains is to pick over the choicest treasures left in the ruins and wait for your passage elsewhere.
Mountains of gold and gems are heaped before you. Stacks of Mithril taller than a man, artifacts from the Age of Rebirth and the High First Age both. The hordes of dragons and kings alike.