Herlem
Herlem returned to his pavilion with his two followers. As soon as they were alone, he gnashed their teeth against each other in rage. Like a madman, he slammed his fist on the table, bringing it to the floor.
"How did his corpse appear here?!" Herlem bellowed, veins bulging on his face.
"The stream doesn't end here," One of the other two muttered, and Herlem felt the urge to punch him in the face.
"Thank you for stating the obvious!" Herlem huffed, breathing out nothing but wrath. "We need to find the two parts. Where is that bastard?"
That bastard should be here by now, but he was gone for some reason. Herlem didn't feel the spiritual energy of the cog in the funeral so that only mean that the dwarf's corpse was looted.
'But who could have looted it?' Herlem wondered. 'Can there be someone else who knows that the items were possessed?'