Re: The Devil Box
Stonty stomps over to the destroyed cart, kneels next to the dead human and horse, and begins to cry, a manly dwarven cry. He surveys all the broken wine caskets, sniffles.
Oh, Erasmus, how horrible... he mumbles, he looks at the halflings through his tears, Oy who are you fellows? Were you hoping to raid the money from this cart whilst the dead rotted? I'll have you all know, this money will be returned to Erasmus' wife, and his body returned to town for proper burial!