The dwarf hid in shadow outside the tavern, watching the mysterious woman gather the fragments of clothing.<br/><br/>“<b>Damn, stupid wolf.</b>”  He grumbled, recognized the shredded clothing.<br/><br/>Once the woman had gone he moved to where the clothing had laid, and studied the the tracks.  The wolf had been heading towards the alley.  The dwarf moved that way before stopping where Erebus had fallen. “<b>What took you down, boy?</b>”  Deeper tracks beside where the wolf had laid showed someone came from the tavern, picked up the body, and hefted it back inside.  Whoever it was had not been what the wolf had been after; the wolf would have never run from an enemy.<br/><br/>The dwarf continued towards the alley, a set of fat feet followed by lighter ones led the way.  The fat ones stopped and took a ready stance, before the body fell upon them.  The lighter ones seemed to dance around the fat ones as if in mocking contemplation.  The dwarf scratched his beard in wonder; no-one had dragged the body away, yet it was gone.  He grabbed a handful of dirt and licked the moist earth before spitting it out. “<b>Wretched imp!</b>”<br/><br/>If the wolf hadn’t killed the imp, then who?  Certainly not the lighter feet, they were not the steps of a fighter…<br/><br/>”<b>Sorcery</b>.” The dwarf spat a second time before slinging his heavy hammer upon his shoulder and stomping off toward the tavern.