There was no arguement as the party cleared the rest of the area of trogs. Indeed as Shortfang pointed out, most were young or very old, and would flee at the sight of the group. The smoke caused the most damage as the trogs had no ways to avoid it, though at the same time it also made this location inhospitable for resting. The flames didn’t seem to show any sign of dying even though they stopped spreading. “If were going to rest up, we can’t do it here. Let’s just look around and head somewhere safer.”

With Shortfang and Syfr keeping watch, the rest looked around for any clues. Buddy didn’t find much but corpses and Pylia only found a few items left behind by the kobolds unfortunate enough to have been caught, which mostly consisted of tattered slings and broken daggers. As you were looking around, you’d find something much more interesting.

It was a corpse, sickening enough, but not a trog or kobold corpse. A human corpse, wearing dark clothing and covering his face with a strange black mask. The mask had four horns; two curled upwards and two pointed downwards. Aside from the rough texture on the face and the eye slots, there weren’t any other features. A quick check of this person would reveal a small bounty of items: a belt pouch with seven gold coins, a strange wavy dagger, two potions, and a scroll. One of the potions was red while the other potion appeared to be cloudy green and has a jellyfish-like bubble floating in it.

Buddy walked over to you, his shoulders heaving as if he was tired. And perhaps he was considering the beating he took. He then motioned towards the corpse and the items as if asking about what you’ve found.