Orosa's blow is true, and Gwoza's face becomes a mask of mortal agony as something shatters inside him from the massive blow! His weapon drops from suddenly nerveless fingers and his hand falls briefly on Orosa's shoulder as if the rascal intends to deliver a fraternal hug or blessing. But then he collapses at your feet, his last breath a whisper amongst the grisly tomes.<br/><br/>As the sounds of the struggle fade, Senti lets out a whimpering little moan and clings to Yali like a lost child seeking its mother.<br/><br/>"At least it is all over! But...uhm...should we not burn him, lest the Eternals have him for their next meal?" She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. "I am sorry! He was a ruffian, but still, such a fate would be horrible!"<br/><br/>Searching the body turns up almost nothing of value other than the belt of beaten-gold links that he was wearing. Not much point in salvaging his gear, battered and damaged as it is.<br/><br/>From here, of course, the logical course of action is to return to that eerie garden and decide whether to proceed through the door, the passage to the east, or return to the surface to escort this shapely young runaway bride back to a safer location.