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An indeterminate amount of time after the whole Morbul ordeal, the Lurker suddenly appears inside the debatably-empty chamber in a burst of energy. I say debatable, because Garrison's lifeless body is still technically sitting on top of the sacrificial altar within - dagger still embedded in his chest, with the vast pool of dark and misty blood underneath having long since stopped flowing - and it's highly unlikely a janitor or someone is going to come in and haul it away any time soon.

Regardless, the Lurker hurriedly floats over to his master's corpse, arms crossed behind his back; looking rather unimpressed with the sight before him.

"Tsk; impatient as always," grumbled Lurker, observing the scene and quickly piecing things together. "..Should have used someone else for a sacrifice. Probably would have ended up dead regardless by Morbul's hand instead, but still."

The corpse, naturally, doesn't respond to the critique, although it's highly unlikely the Lurker cares. Sighing, he pulls out the odd black stone he had recovered from Sockonia earlier; holding the strange rock up high as it starts to glow again with the same mysterious energy that drew him to its location.

In a matter of moments, the misty blood-like liquid that was previously seeping from the wound in Garrison's body starts to violently bubble before it is suddenly sucked into the stone, quickly changing its color to a shiny purple as the glow subsides.

"Halfway done. Must remember to demand an actual wage afterwards," mumbled the Lurker to himself as he pocketed the gem and teleported away once again, leaving the abandoned chamber (and Garrison's shell of a body) behind.