"I wouldn't even know what to do with it," she says, holding one up by the stock, and trying to figure out how it works, as she follows after him.<br/><br/>The rest of the building is luxurious and relatively clean, although a small trail of blood splatter indicates where the bad guys and hostages were going. Almost fifty feet underground, they catch up with them; four men in mage's robes; two on watch duty, the other two clearly attempting to coerce a well-dressed dwarven man into opening the vault. A dwarven child lies dead nearby, and one mage is holding a pistol to the head of a woman, all but screaming at the dwarven man, who's on his knees, sobbing.