As the war ended and the Frost Giant tribe was annihilated, the Ashen Kingdom's army swiftly cleaned up the battlefield littered with debris, casually scavenging for loot and transporting the Frost Giant slaves back to Northwind Castle.
The players, on the other hand, recklessly rummaged through the smoky battlefield, having a great time looting bodies.
"Wow, great stuff! The Frost Giant's eyeball is mine!"
"Can this finger be used to make Giant Elixir..."
"Such a big bone rod, how much soup can we make from this..."
"Do you guys think that the Giant's... could be some kind of super tonic? We should cut off a couple to take back. Hey, maybe they'll be useful in a future update. Damn, this thing is heavy. Come help me carry it. My strength attribute is too low; I can't lift it."
"You're disgusting; keep that thing away from me!"
