The vast number of corpses needed to be sorted, processed, and preliminarily embalmed before a decision could be made: convert them immediately via spellcasting, or send them to the Sleeping Tomb to "slow-cook."
As for the remains of the demonized Grom, they required even more careful handling and research to determine how to best maximize their value.
Lost in thought, Lynch had already walked into the cold, damp underground warehouse.
Inside the warehouse, the Gnoll corpses—already brought over by men Aus had sent—were piled high in a corner, forming a small mountain.
One glance at the mountain of corpses told him the workload would be immense.
He sighed, rolled up his sleeves, put on a pair of gloves, and his gaze sharpened with focus.
"Let's get to work!"
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While the celebrations in Lakefront Town were winding down and Lynch was busy processing Gnoll corpses in the catacombs, a different scene was unfolding deep within the largest mine of the West Ridge Mining Area.
