The imp perished quickly as it bled out on the ground below.
"Thank you. Pesky blighter..." Bronwick grumbled, pointing to the way ahead of them, further into the canyon. As they progressed, the sound of running water could be heard up ahead. A large outcropping of rocks formed something of a fence ahead of them, with a crack inbetween the rocks for them to move through. There was a large travel casket left up against the fence and the corpse of a bandit slumped next to it, burn marks on his armour showing imps had done him in.