The death of the Grand Thief gets to me. I honestly would have been less bothered by a whole bunch of dead Treasure Hoarders.
But instead we find one man, alone. Alone, and far from home. His arms hang strangely; the body has gone slack but you can see that he was praying. He probably spent his last moments begging for mercy, pleading for someone to save him.
But no one came.

















