The kenku wriggles free of Floon's embrace as quickly as he can, preening his feathers back into place before beginning to rifle through the pockets of the fallen. He piles the loot he finds by the duergar's body, stopping to carefully count the coins and mimicking the clinks they make as he drops them back into the pouch.
Grum'shar's satchel he examines with interest, testing its weight and fit. But when he finds the spellbook within, he tosses the bag aside, sits on the ground, and begins poring through the pages, oblivious to everyone else. As his fingers trace the lines of the spell inscriptions, his beak claps appreciatively, and he tests out rudimentary imitations of the incantations for
shield and
burning hands, in Grum'shar's own voice.
OOC:
Stitches will be preoccupied with the spellbook until someone rouses him. He'll reluctantly listen or search wherever anyone asks him to.