Sabre_Justice Posted:

”The head to that axe might be around here somewhere.” says Zak, who begins searching around the corpse.

The ****-soaked pile of straw- where you, regretfully, did your “business” in for the past few days- makes you almost retch as you flip through it, but besides from what appears to be a pair of worn-out boots, you don’t find anything else in the cesspit.

Wait, a pair of boots? You examine them further. They look old and tough, with a strong pair of laces that are still intact. They look vaguely dwarvish in make as far as you can make out: the thick soles and sensible tanning of the leather characteristic of dwarvish fashion are there, but the laces seem to be finer and stringier than traditional dwarf cord.