Mind the Gap

That dimwit Titus turned up dead this morning. Looks like he slipped off some loose stones on the bridge above. I told him not to cross to the other side until we put up some scaffolding. Now the others are squabbling over whether they should split his share of the treasure, or wait and see if he comes back to life. My head hurts. And something else bothers me. We found Titus with his head twisted right around, staring up at us with him flat on his stomach. A fall wouldn’t do that… right?