"Lord Sherlock, when you left to settle your confidential matter, the gamers discovered a large Houndhead Men's Lair. I think it's Cramer's tribe."
When Sherlock walked into the Dungeon to make his daily rounds, Bru spoke to him in his mind. "After a day of bloody fighting, a day of raiding, the gamers smashed the Houndhead Men's Lair. Besides the tens of eggs of the Houndhead Men, the gamers brought back other trash like candles, crude furniture, and stone tools."
"But don't worry. I appraised the crude furniture and candles and gave them attributes. Then I distributed them to the gamers as rewards. The other useless trash was given to Simba and Mufasa as fuel for their furnaces."
Sherlock had arrived at the Blacksmith Shop.
