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Scrim takes the crown at his feet, and without a second thought, disappears. He leaves the rest of them to their fates- gone before any can even take notice.
Meanwhile, those still within the old hall shrouded in its darkness, cease fighting for a moment.
“Wait- where's the crown? What's that light?”
<span class="mu-r">”Twinks lantern! It broke-”</span>
“F-Fire!”
The hall goes up in flames as the adventurers, too blinded by their own greed and aggression, try desperately to find an exit. But even with the flames licking their heels, the hall's omnipresent darkness even smothering what little light the fire gives off- before it quickly consumes them all. The only survivor of the blaze is Squire, the Kobold, whose natural fire resistance gives him a chance to hide in the rubble- though he will wake the next morning totally alone.
Only Scrim Yellowfrand walks away from the hall with the treasure; the Crown rests in his hands. Its unimaginable wealth and power now in his fingertips- the smallest and least likely of all of them. Instead of following, he finally has a chance to lead- and the destiny of both himself and the crown is ultimately his. Will he sell it for untold riches- making himself the richest in all the land? Keep the crown and become King of the Gnomes, or more? Will he find a secret place to hide it- so gnometouched that not even another group of Crusaders could find it? Or would he ultimately release the spirit some day- righting the wrongs that ended his once merry band of fellows?
All he can say for now, as he leaves the burning hall, is that the dark spot on the night sky looks so very empty in a way he never noticed before. Now... How to get off this damned island?
