You hustle your muscular little rear-end off, and it pays off... by sundown, you find what can only be the Headless God.<br/><br/>It's not so much a statue as an image carved from a mountain itself... A barrel-shaped torso, massive legs, and two big dwarven boots with the head of a hammer between them. The hammer's handle, though, has met the same fate as the God's head... wind and rain and time have shattered it, spreading it around the statue's base as chunks of slate and marble.<br/><br/>And nearby... see where the Kobolds had set their trap. Somehow, they must have set up a pot of alchemist's flame and acid in the God's own hands, which triggered when the gargantuan guardian stepped on a tripwire between its patron's toes. It's a desecration of the highest degree... to have the guardian killed by a likeness of its own "father..."