I spit on the dwarf's corpse and leave, some part of me wondering why the stocky little dwarf was wearing armor that could possibly fit my frame, but I'm not complaining.  When I head the buzzing, I look west.  "Giant killer bees of death.  Most obvious doom ever.  Next."  I then carry on to the north.<br/><br/>Skill: 12/12<br/>Stamina: 19/26<br/>Luck: 10/12<br/>Inventory: 2 gold, 6 provisions, potion of luck, a dagger, a wooden mallet, 10 iron spikes, iron key, sapphire<br/><br/>Decision: I go north.