"I can't imagine what it has that you could possible want," mocks Jillian with a tear welling up in her eyes. "Gods! It smells bad. Whatever you take from it will probably smell as rank. Whew!"

Wiping the tears from her eyes and choking down a few more gasps of air, Jillian starts poking thru the rubble where the beast came from with her shortsword. She hoped to find the entrance the beast used.