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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1418329" data-attributes="member: 13681">Zadkiel nods, "Yes. We should head to town..." He purses his lips, "Could be that the Marshall there will know what happened to the owners of the rest of this here gear." He stoops, neatly folding his limbs and prods the stuff. "After that we can divvy up what's left." He eyes the scalemail and longsword with both envy and disgust. Could I feel right wearing that mail or bearing that blade?He stands, dusting off his hands and knees, "Anybody feels they have a right to something here, take it. Seeing as how the rightful owners'd likely never have seen any of it again without us. Me, I'll wait for the Marshall's say so, but I won't stop any of you from taking your fair share. Emphasis on the fair." It sounds like it might be another of Whistler's attempts at a joke, but the elf still isn't smiling.He checks on The Boys' mother and the others, giving his comrades further time to take their due from the haul. He glances at the sun over head, squinting into its harshness."We could make Gertle's Gulch by dark, easy." He picks up his pack and slings it over one shoulder, slinging another of the confiscated bags across the other, grunting. "I'm ready."OOC: Whistler is pretty near encumbered with just his own gear, if he slows down the group, someone else should take the extra bag.</blockquote>