Marcus bit his lip as he heeded Nova's words, cautiously moving around the burnt grass and brush at his feet as if to not disturb the final resting place of the fallen. In fact, he even contemplated burying the dead, for whatever good it might be now. He didn't particularly like the stench of burnt human flesh, and he was pretty sure the two girls who had followed him here weren't either. Though... To be quite honest, they weren't exactly in a position to bury them in the first place. Fow now, it seemed, he'd have to let nature reclaim them on its own. "...Maybe the line and this incident are related...?" he mused to himself as he continued to scour the place for usable goods. Well, the pot over the now-defunct campfire seemed to be... Relatively intact? They'd need to clean it out first if it was to be made usable, if it even was at this point... Wait. The pot didn't melt? With this heat still covering the area? What the hell? "...That... Can't be. That goes against the laws of thermodynamics..." Marcus muttered as he quickly moved over to examine the pot in closer detail. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to have a half-destroyed mark of some sort on the bottom of it. The mark itself seemed to be mirrored down the center, but... "...I think... This was intentional." he said, carefully picking up the pot (which was, to his amazement, lighter than what he had expected). "Not sure what this design is for, but..." Frowning as he stood up, Marcus took another way look around the campsite before sighing. It just didn't feel [i]safe[/i] here, for obvious reasons. The sooner they could meet back up with Adam, the better. "It can't be helped, but... We should salvage what we can from here and meet up with Adam ASAP. This whole thing seems engineered, and I wouldn't doubt that whoever or whatever caused this might still be lurking around..." Well, examining the mark on it might also give some insight to the nature of this mess, but for now it was just a very suspicious-looking pot... [@VitaVitaAR][@WeepingLiberty] --------- The room that Luke entered was, understandably, much tidier than the mine he had been in just minutes ago. Adorned left and right with various trophies of all sorts, the foreman's room felt like a more rustic version of a CEO's office. Well, one with beast heads mounted left and right, at least. The foreman himself seemed to exude an air of danger around him, and the pair of axes mounted on the wall seemed to only exaggerate that fact. Though his height was about the same as those guards from earlier, the marginally fancier attire and well-maintained beard put on a facade of dignity usually not associated with dwarves. The desk the foreman sat at was, of course, lined with gold, so as to flaunt his wealth. In a way, it was quite stereotypical. "Hrm. So you're the human that dropped into the mines, right?" the foreman asked, his brown eyes carefully running over Luke as he himself stroked his beard. "Well, at the very least, you seem to have some manners. State your business here. I'm pretty sure there were no human settlements in the region, so your arrival is quite strange." [@SadCubone]