Kurl stuck around Hirot, with both the chaotic times due to the new power vacuum and the nearby swamps and bogs so conducive to his god's worship enticing him to stay. He started a church to Bobugbubilz in the swamps and began his preaching, to the ire and hair-pulling of the priesthood of Hirot. Late during the cold, moonless nights, when the chill air blows into the village, one can often hear his insane cackling being carried by the wind.
Tender also elected to stick around. The town was nearly defenseless with his killing of the Jarl and his thegns, and so the dwarf felt it was his responsibility to help. When pressed, he admitted that he enjoyed being the local law enforcement, the weather, and wielding the Spear of Hirot. He even pressed into service the irrepressible Catkins, who had a nose for discovering rigged games and general conspiracies.
Finally, there was poor Boral, who worried constantly about whether or not ol' Bessie made it out of the previous, beastmen-filled dungeon and safely home. A farm boy needs his farm, even if he has become an accomplished wizard with the ability to blast opponents from afar. One day he filled his pack, said his goodbyes, and began the long journey home. He eventually made it back to his cow, but the road was long and dangerous, and many an adventure he had. But that's a tale for another time.