Belladonna had to quickly move away from the Chief's makeshift throne, as while his body was disintegrating everything he had inside of his space was pouring out, creating a rapidly growing pile of trash that he had been convinced was treasure.
It filled the throne, spilled over the blood-soaked table and filled nearly half of the room, with the tip of the pile reaching the ceiling.
The cave around her shuddered and shook, causing a few pebbles to drop from the ceiling above and clatter to the ground, or bounce off of the pile of oh-so-valuable items. However this was not because of the Chief's death, but from the Prisoner Mage working her magic, literally, as they made their escape.
Belladonna was too enraptured with the sight of that wonderful crystal to care about such things.
