The battle went on, until the demon appeared to be weeping fire from every pore. It had only been cut and stabbed and shot at so many times until it stumbled and fell onto its knees. One eye was shut with blood, the other darting back and forth between its remaining foes. Towards the end, it did not even seem to resist- remaining still and slumped over, though still alive- as they went to work killing it. At last, it gasped its final breath and the voices inside everyone's heads ceased.<br/><br/>They all surrounded the fiend now. It roared in one last act of defiance before Arngrim shot a round straight through its skull, putting the beast down. It remained there, dead... Smoldering blades of grass surrounded them, but the danger of toxic fumes had since passed.<br/><br/>"What do you think it was doing here?" Myrunue asked, slinging her giant bow over her shoulder as she looked at it- almost with sadness.<br/><br/>Rysinder was quiet, until he meekly looked over towards the cave and nodded that way. By the entrance, the demon's greatsword lay flat upon the earth.<br/><br/>Inside, there was an entire wagon, upturned on its side with the contents sprawled out onto the bare stone. Some appeared to be valuable- a music box, a chest full of jewelry, once-fine pelts that had long since been worn away by time. A memory stone, an object used to record precious memories, but it had since been drained of its magic. Some sleeping quarters had been set aside, blankets and pillows large enough for the demon, it had appeared.<br/><br/>Further back, however... surrounded by common and mundane items that one would expect to find of any noble's possessions, a woman reclined against the cave wall. She was in a suit of armor, with dark hair and fair Lothic features. Pale and brown-eyed, she faintly recognized that someone was there... but then her eyes drifted back to the spot on the ground that had previously occupied her attention. Her armor was elegant and beatified in holy regalia, but had been rent in the side where dried blood had been caked. Her skin underneath was unmarred, but as it was everywhere else- pale.<br/><br/>She was undead, and beyond all interaction with those yet alive.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rysinder: +24,685 XP! (Level up!)<br/>Nialda: +17,930 XP!<br/>Anton: +15,430 XP!<br/>Velatha: +15,430 XP!<br/>Arngrim: +12,855 XP!<br/>Jahtera: +12,855 XP!<br/>Myrunue: +6,685 XP <br/><br/>In the lair, to those who went in- they found...<br/>An unidentified greatsword.<br/><br/>Thousands of gp worth of crap.<br/><br/>And an undead woman wearing an unidentified suit of light armor.</div></div>