The final blow had been struck, and the giant was felled just as totally as the tree had been. He had not even the chance to scream, the blood gurgling as the air escaped his lungs. He fell, lying in a lifeless heap atop the tree. That red blood spilled forth, running into the grass.<br/><br/>From there, the only thing left to do was search through the bags of whatever the giants may have been carrying.<br/><br/>And what she was to find would make her very happy indeed. Though there were a few pieces of junk (a set of ivory dice and a large jar of black grease paint), these two seemed to have been very well set for hill giants. In total, from the both of their bags, was a collective one thousand gold pieces, two large pieces of aquamarine, one moonstone, and a beautiful, sky-blue diamond. Among the stranger finds were three vials of potion, all of them of different colors, and a rod that was far too small to fit in the hand of one of the giants.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>