Part 3: Investigating the Moathouse Ruins

The words come faster now and Gilly regains some of her confidence. She sizes herself up mentally against the dwarf. Mal is closer to Coulson in size, but Gilly had to admit the resemblance was there!

"Yes I’m, okay... we can keep... looking around. Their..." she points to Mal and Loken "... things must... be here somewhere!"

Mal smiles at the halfling and nods in agreement. She searches the room she was tied up in first and then moves up the hallway rooms looking for her gear.

Angel helps Mal clear the remaining ropes and rags so they can leave then follows the group into the hallway.

As he begins to move off to search th room, Loken sees Eltrezars sidelong glance and sniff, and noticing the malodorous stench, self consciously smells himself, as discreetly as he can
"That smell is not me spellslinger!" he complains. "But aye, yer sozzled companion ‘as it right fer now. Steel is steel an’ I can use steel."
He gives a knowing nod of thanks to Mal for her intervention

"If someone finds it prudent, we should check the remainder of the rooms in this hallway. And do a thorough search, as we keep finding these wonderful treasures tucked away out of sight," Eltrezar says, touching the silver baton from a pocket tucked away in his robes. He walks into the hallway, dagger in hand- 'Fool me thrice...'- and stops at the first door on the left. After a moment of listening at the door, he will open it if there are no sounds emanating from the room beyond.

The wizard pokes his head back into the large chamber and calls out, "Dwarf, I believe your equipment is in this room. It is with luck that it is close at hand. And you...- a moment's pause, itself clearly an insult- your rubbish seems to be here as well."

Without any clear danger, he returns to the room and pokes around, seeing if there is anything tucked away. He also looks for any money pouch that would be made from animal hides, and likely very smelly. Yes, he looks for the barbarian's money pouch.

Stalking over with long purposeful strides, Loken enters the bedchamber "What was the matter, it all too heavy fer you to pick up?" he asks sarcastically, as he dons his chain Mail, making sure to flex his scarred, toned muscles in the wizards face

Gilly stands in the doorway, keeping an eye on the hall, the room with the magic user, and part of the room that held the snake!

Finishing up the search of the snake nest, Mal is disappointed to find only the ornamental knife, which she makes no claim on. Just then the wizard pops in and delivers some good news.

"That's fantastic! Thank you for your efforts sir!"

Mal heads for the room Eltrezar mentioned and spies her gear sitting in a pile. She spends some time strapping her armor back on and stowing her weapons and then rejoins the group with a renewed sense of purpose.

"Feels good to be whole again."

Under his breath, the wizard mutters to himself. "You do seem good at lifting things. Putting things down. Getting tied up. Not much else." It is a simple movement to cross the hall, to the door on the right side. Once again, he listens in- and shushes the barbarian, whether or not he made any noise- before opening the door.

Angel pops his head up briefly as Mal seems to be called away on some other important mission. He looks back at the dagger with a big grin and then at his hand. Stepping away from the pile of crap he's been digging through he swings his water skin around and dribbles a few ounces onto the hand that got cut to rinse away the feces and other dirt. Thinking he doesn't want more of them same stuff on his hands he goes back to the pile but uses his sword to move stuff around. He will continue that activity for a few minutes while the others go to recover their lost gear. If they haven't returned by the time he's done, he will try to recover any arrows that might be reusable.

Checking his weapons for damage as he places them about himself, Loken, a grim smile at being armed once more, scowls as he looks about "The thriving swine stole my coin purse" he growls in frustration "I made that purse from the remains of my first kill!"