!XuOuuQUcEw 06/26/10(Sat)01:07 No.10748083|
As the Bard rummages through the belongings of his fellow prisoners, he manages to locate his own sack of gear; however, he continues to paw through the possessions of the others incarcerated with him, his greed compelling hi-
>Oh, will you PLEASE stop with that "holier than thou" attitude!
Oh, and I suppose you'd like me to condone your activities?
>At least a bit less commentary on how I make my living would be appreciated.
Ah yes, your "living", as you put it; stealing the belongings of those who cannot themselves guard them.
>Listen, guv, I'm a venture capitalist; what kind of bloke would I be if I didn't capitalize on this venture?
An honest one, I imagine.
>Eh, its your loss, really.
As the Bard continues to rifle through the possessions of the other incarcerated prisoners, he does not find much of interest save for 7 pence, a dull short-sword with a worn-looking scabbard, and a metal flask filled with a heady-smelling liquid; brandy, by the smell of it.
>Hmm... I'd best make sure that man doesn't follow me.
Oh, you mean the officer of the law who you so unceremoniously incapacitated and left in your cell?
>Yeah, that's the bloke. Wouldn't want him on my trail, now would I?
So saying, the Bard locks the door of his former cell behind him.
[Black Molly(Spiked Club)]
[Short Sword w/ Scabbard]
[Metal Flask w/ Brandy]