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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3251410" data-attributes="member: 11760">"Great job, everyone," Renraw brays. "What a team! Just a superb, superb effort! Now to find the treasure and bugger out of this abominable inhumation."He motions to a still somewhat shell-shocked Tosh to move up the stairs."Quickly, now, get to it. We'll follow.""Very nicely done, large people," the gnome says quietly, moving toward the northwest stairwell. He listens carefully. Satisfied the noise of battle has not brought any other inhabitants of the cairn, he returns to the octagonal room, ignoring Renraw's glare."Might I assume that since the dearly departed were so recently trying to relieve our gizzards from our guts that searching the remains may not fall into the category of grave-robbery?" He asks, looking up at Emmerson."Search away, Tosh," the paladin says, putting away his weapon. "Traps are not considered 'dearly departed.'"He picks up one of the owl-faced helmets.The seven formerly animated skeletons each possessed in unlife a decorated half-helm, an antique long sword and antique chain shirt. While none of them is in exemplary condition, they have held up surprisingly well over the course of, at least, centuries."Seems that most of this stuff might fetch a few silver if we were to lug it back with us," Tosh says, finishing his examination of the skeletons.Therurt Glangirn in Maidensbridge is forbidden to make new weapons and armor -- the baron has rented that exclusive right to a smithy in Middleborough -- but the dwarf does a good business in restoring and reselling older gear."If we're going to continue on, I suggest just leaving it here at the top of the stairs and picking it up on our way out," Tosh continues. "No sense having it drag us down, and it's not like it's the crown jewels or anything. We also might think of checking to make sure everyone's OK? Need a bandage, Tucker?"Before the deputy can answer, Renraw claps his hands together, attempting to take command of the situation once more."Er, yes, quite. Everyone all right, then? Good, good," Renraw says. "Might I suggest we send someone to pile the booty at the bottom of the main stairs? If we leave it here, it may be forfeit if we find ourselves in a hurry to leave. With the goods at the bottom, I'll have a chance to lay my quite ingenious grease trap, which could buy us enough time to gather the stuff and escape. The trap could utilize these other stairs, but they do not appear tall enough to do sufficient damage to the kind of powerful assailant or assailants from which we would find ourselves fleeing."It would be a mistake not to listen to me. I assure you I've thought it through.""So if, say, a bear the size of an outhouse is chasing us, it would be better that we pick up the booty at the foot of these stairs so the bear can slip in the grease and fall 30 feet down the stairs upon us as we're gathering things?" Tosh asks. "For what it's worth, you may be right. But that would be more up to you big folk, seeing as how one of those pig-stickers would be enough to slow me down to a crawl.""Really, gnome, if you'll just slow down and think it out, you'll realize the truth," Renraw replies. "Leaving it down there, we have a better chance of collecting it on the fly than we would up here. I'm not suggesting we leave it directly at the foot of the stairs so the creature falls atop us. But we've a better shot at grabbing it and running from a wounded bear than one at full health."I'm only considering the good of the party. It would truly be a shame to leave here with absolutely nothing."Renraw delivers a harsh glare in Tock's direction."As far as I'm concerned, the noble kobolds were avenged," Tock says piously. "Were we to find further monstrosities, of course, I would do my best to help, but I feel my mission here is done. We should just distribute the wealth of the bones evenly, except for my small performer's fee."As the others argue about the booty, Bufer examines Hazel's leg to make sure it has healed properly, muttering and shaking his head to himself about his own foolish impulsiveness. Satisfied she is unharmed, he looks up to give her a reassuring smile, then turns to the bleeding Tucker."Hey, Gallaway, kneel down here a second, would you? Lemme get a look at that wound." He unwinds a spool of linen from a leather satchel, preparing a bandage for the deputy.</blockquote>

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