"Judging by your tone, it sounds like a fine thing," Bruto said, becoming interested. "Treasure?"
"Uh, not... not something that can be measured by gold," the Elf Prince said, obviously deflated by the Dwarf's pragmatic attitude. He said in a reproachful tone, "It's a rare beauty, scenery you absolutely can't see anywhere else."
"Elves," the Dwarf shook his head in disbelief and walked away.
"I believe it must be a very special landscape to excite you so," Lancelot said to Acheron. "Just wait a moment, we'll have collected all the loot very soon."
The group found some pockets on the skeletons, some relatively intact, filled with gold coins, others with nothing but a hole. The great axes, albeit in very poor condition, were quite good—if given a grindstone, the Dwarves could restore their shine and then sell them for a good price in any Neutral Town in the Abyss.
