“Uuuugh, ya killing me Syl!” Yorik groaned as you left the tent. Eventually you’d be brought towards the Chief’s House again, however this time you were taken off towards the side to a small cellar door by the guards. They escort you, Shor, and Aisha down. It was very cold down here and you could easily see your breath as Shor lit up a lantern to illuminate the dark. It was a short walk before the group would reach a table where the body was at, covered with a large cloth. Aisha took the cloth off to reveal the body.

Humanoid, male, and without the mask he looked fairly old. He had a graying bread and seemed to be balding. His face was marked with welts and cuts though it’s possible those were inflicted when he was doin it afterwards. Shor looked at the mask, testing the material. “It’s just a wooden mask painted black. Looks like a dragon’s head. Rough too, not laminated, can’t imagine anyone but a fanatic would wear something this uncomfortable.”

Further autopsy on the body would show that he was mauled to death by claws, likely from the troglodytes. They ripped into his back and broke his spine, but surprisingly enough they didn’t bother eating him immediately. That being said this man had no other marks showing who he is or who he affiliated with. No tattoos, not ritual scarring, just body hair and dead meat. His robes were made of hemp and seemed to be colored from some sort of charcoal dye. Aisha recognizes it as a very cheap way to preserve one’s clothing from insects and weathering, so the robes might’ve either been mass produced or something he already owns.

“Hmm. Not really getting much from this fellow, though he might be a criminal. Aisha do you have any warrants with you we can check?” Aisha took out a book on her hip, flipping through it as she looked over this man’a Face. “Give me a moment...”

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You can roll me a Perception, investigation, or medicine check in the body. Choose one, but each will yield a different result. 

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