Even Fíadh blanches at the state of the poor man and it's obvious that there's no saving him. She lowers her sword in defeat and averts her eyes to the ground, no longer able to look at the gruesome sight. It's down there she sees the glitter of something hidden in the roots along with a sack. She furrows her brows and sheathes her sword before crouching down to inspect it.
She pulls at the roots and dusts off some of the coins, turning them in her hand for a second before grabbing the bag nearby. Inspecting its contents sends a new wave of anger through her: it's full of valuables. Jewelry and money, she thinks she even sees a gem. Shooting her glare back to the dead figure she stands up and turns to her companions, wordlessly handing the bag to Lance.
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She pulls at the roots and dusts off some of the coins, turning them in her hand for a second before grabbing the bag nearby. Inspecting its contents sends a new wave of anger through her: it's full of valuables. Jewelry and money, she thinks she even sees a gem. Shooting her glare back to the dead figure she stands up and turns to her companions, wordlessly handing the bag to Lance.