The dwarf happily chugs down the bottle. As the group just relaxes a bit, they all notice something strange. Something odd. They look around, and they see a black figure in the sky, approaching them. It didn't appear to have wings, it was just sort of floating. As it gets closer, it appears to be black, shadowy orb. It is traveling them extremely fast, faster than any dragon could soar. As soon as it arrived directly above the group, it stopped. A small, glinting object falls from it, and the orb shoots onward, away from them until it disappears into the mist. The dwarf picks up the object, a ring, and slides it onto his stubby finger. He immediately falls onto the ground, and he goes pale and cold. The robed man rushes down to look over him, but the dwarf gets up by himself. His eyes are dark and clouded. The man tries to take the ring off of the dwarf, but as soon as he touches it the dwarf shouts and the man is blasted across the field, and violently lands on a patch of dirt. The kobold starts toward the dwarf, who again sends off a blast of energy. The dwarf laughs, in an terribly extremely familiar voice, "Ha! Your foolish friend is mine now, his soul is mine. Now, now, what to do with you two mortals..."