Night Gaunt Posted:

Adin smiles a bit and grabs the remains of the hilt. “This’ll have to do since the damnable guards took my tools” he says to himself as usual. He attempts to remove the chainmail as Timothy sidles up to the body as well. Adin shoots him a meaningful look. “You’ll do well to wait until my new corpse is undressed”.

You fumble a bit with the chainmail. The buckles and hoops are, somehow, more perplexing than swearing in Halfling, and you have no problems with the latter whatsoever. It’s just that… by the Xammux, how does anyone get themselves into such a vise that just bloody refuses to come off?

Regardless, as you cast a trained eye over the faeces-covered corpse, you notice a few things of note. Firstly, no man is allowed to wear armour into a prison cell. Invariably, as you’ve all well experienced, your armour and items are confiscated upon entering the dungeon; why, then, was this dwarf allowed to keep both his armour and weapon, broken though it may be? Secondly, he’s not wearing any boots, but all of you were allowed to keep your shoes. Thirdly, there does not appear to be any immediate damage to the body as far as you can see. How did he die, then?

 

Maybe someone with armour proficiency can help with the chainmail.

Cessana: The corpse has been here obviously for some time now; rigor mortis has set in fully, and the limbs are absolutely petrified, making it yet even more difficult for you to remove the chainmail without snapping off an arm or the whole torso. No immediately visible wounds that may have contributed to the cause of death; disease? If so, is it still diseased and contagious? No flies around the corpse either, strangely enough. Might be because the dungeon’s located several feet down, but for a corpse to have stayed here for so long covered with human effluent, it’ll be unlikely that not a single fly has been attracted to it.