Chapter 1: Coins for everyone

Murt grips the sword tightly. "YOU. STUPID. GUY!" She bellows charging down upon the Dwarf, swinging with all her might, tears steaming down her muddy, orphan face.

Murt hacks down Thagr with the magic sword, each blow inexpertly wielded like a butcher's cleaver grunting with furious rage upon each impact. "YOU. DIE." Each word a chop into the Dwarf's body, even after he hit the floor. "FUG. YOU. DEAD." She continues blow after blow until the corpse is a red, wet ruin.

Satisfied, or exhausted by her savagery, the thug stands again, her rags a blood stained mess. She stares down the snake, her beady eyes tear streaked and brimming with rage as a youth who has come to learn treachery from reptiles. "Whainna fug is ya lookin' at you STINKIN SNAKE?"

Murt spits towards the Snake as it flies away. She spends her time rooting about, taking valuables off the deceased and looking for any treasures. Specifically, she'll knock out a tooth from the Dwarf, and also take one of Finger's largest fangs. The Lizardman's fang will be made into a simple necklace, the Dwarf's will be added to the bag with the rest.

Once she's had a look around, she'll slink out of the tower the way she came in.

Lavender will pull his head out of the curtain and take a look around the central chamber. Seeing the chaos of the crowds rushing to appease Ro Ar he shakes his head and casually strolls up to the parakeet-headed man. Craning his head he looks at the pile of papers on the desk and then around the room at the various instruments, trying to keep a low-profile while searching for anything that looks important or valuable.

Keeping an eye on the strange man, Lavender swipes the goblet and one bottle of wine. One the way out he quickly looks back and takes a well-made flute as well that is laying on a table by the exit.

Stearvall digs into his pockets and quickly tosses the coins aside. He's hand touches the emerald, the last bit if his goblin friend, and he holds it out to the crow. "May I keep this bit of Mr. Pickles?"

Lavender stands straight and makes sure the hand holding the goblet and wine is out of sight behind his back. Donning a sickeningly polite but hopefully still believable smile and an air of snobbishness he speaks, "Ah, of course I am! One thousand apologies for my tardiness, let me adjourn to the main chamber and assume my position at once. I cannot wait to hear what you have prepared!"

He will back out of the room and attempt to disappear into the crowd, exiting the temple.

Daniel debates ducking out, but sighs and calls to the snake-lady who he's grown oddly fond of, "Over here," he calls, smiling.