As the giant tick went about its grisly business deeper within the living quarters of the mite lair, some of the survivors - injured or noncombatants, in either case being in no way able to fight - fled from its wrath, braving the invading adventurers instead as they passed through the hall on their way out.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fleeing mites</div><div class="spoiler_body">These mites can be killed or spared and allowed to leave. Either way, no roll is required.<br/></div></div><br/><br/>In one corner of the hall was the mites' "treasure chest", little more than a crate, really, containing an ivory statuette of a horned devil. There was also a paltry sack of coins that contained a disappointingly large proportion of the less valuable copper and silver coinage. Divided among those present, it worked out to a measly share of 12 gold pieces' worth per person in a mix of gold, silver and copper.<br/><br/>"Yesss! The idol of Old Sharptooth!" Mikmek held the statuette above his head and gave a little victory dance. "Death to Tartuk!" He immediately clapped his hands over his snout and stopped, as though he had just said something he wasn't supposed to. "Mikmek return idol to tribe now. Mikmek's father Chief Sootscale give reward to humans for saving Mikmek and saving idol, yes?"