Absolutely nothing. That's what was left of the loot they were supposed to get after that horrific battle with a small army of goblins. No bodies, No goodies, Not even a drop of stinking blood. Nothing. All gone.
Well, that's how it felt to Seth anyways but it wasn't exactly true. For one thing there was definitely more than a few drops of stinking blood, perhaps stinking might have been more than just an inflammatory tone with how rancid the stench was.
It was that same blood that was slurping at Seth's boots with every step, dragging them into the crimson stained mud and refusing to let go without a little bit of a fight.
