Against the Goblins, End Round

The noise of the furnace suddenly seems to return to you all, as if the room has almost fallen silent again. The floor of this horrible butchery is strewn now with the corpses of the goblins. Perhaps that will go some way to avenging the deaths of so many workers.

The bodies of eight murdered staffers, in various positions of horrible dismemberment, are evident in the large Glassworking room. In a sunlit alcove, seated on an encased wooded chair, sits an old man, his entire body encased in thick runny sheets of hardened glass. The just visible scream set onto the buried face, and bloodied welts within the glass, suggest that the man was alive when this was done to him.

Other than Tsuto, there are no survivors, and from the state of the sticky blood pools, you would guess that the men have been dead since at least a few hours, possibly much longer.