"He... is gone." A guesture was lofted twords the remaining armor and sword hilt. "Whatever was in that coffin made the hole." Wrenn explained as he began sifting through the rubble for pieces of the jewel encrusted golden sarcophogus. "This thing has served its purpose. Grab what you can and let's be off." Before gathering the more expensive of the debris though, he'd inspect the armor and sword for usability.<br/><br/>(Taking what I can, bag of holding to suppliment. Camping or moving on afterwards. Swiftmended back to full.)