"Now now, you scrawny lizard," Sheriff Fullbladder says, walking out of a well-placed shadow as all good Sheriff's do. In his goblin hands he, as always, holds his loaded shotgun.

"We can't go buryin' 'im yet. There needs to be na autopsy, an investigation, and a chalk outline drawn in the dirt. Trigger, Nutsy!" he calls the guards out, using odd references when refering to Darklight and her second-in-command. "Assemble the guard! We've work to do."

His orders given, he begins tracing the body with a peice of chalk.