As you approach the inn the following day, the scene before you is nothing short of eerie. The wanted poster that had once hung with a crude depiction of Patchwerk had transformed into something altogether more macabre. Two severed heads, mounted atop menacing pikes, bore silent testament to the previous night’s events.
The first head, unmistakably that of Patchwerk, was a gruesome spectacle. Its twisted features, contorted in a permanent snarl, were a grisly reminder of the creature’s malevolence. Jagged bolts protruded from the abomination’s desiccated flesh, and its single eye socket, now hollow, seemed to glare with a malevolent, unyielding spirit.
Beside Patchwerk’s severed visage stood another, equally ghastly. This one belonged to Gothik the Harvester, another terror of Naxxramas. The hollow sockets of Gothik’s skull seemed to retain a spectral glow, and the cowl that once shrouded his visage lay in tatters beneath the ghastly trophy.
The gruesome tableau, marked by these severed heads, stood as a chilling testament to the valor of those who had undertaken the perilous raid. A stark reminder of the ongoing battle against the forces of darkness in the ever-dangerous world of Azeroth.