We were fighting over the corpse of a recently deceased artist. We were really only interested in obtaining the head as some kind of trophy but the body remained intact. None of the limbs had separated but they were being tossed around like some limp rag doll. After a while, the others had forgotten about this whole ordeal and I managed to get my hands on the body. As I was carrying it away, someone shouted goodnight to me across the courtyard which reminded everyone else what they were here for. I was spotted and everyone was now chasing me.