"Hail and well met, Ser Cleric!" Piker says to Drungar Treeshatter - the male Dwarf Cleric - crashing and bashing his way through the dark cellar alone. Piker keeps his tone cordial, but in his avaristic mind he is tallying the number of jewels in the newcomer's helm. He wonders how much the helm is worth and whether he could separate the holy man from his gear.
Piker smirks at the mention of his name by the necromancer Akasha. Tiny Coin, wasn't that what she had said? Still, beneath the mocking tone there was something else he couldn't quite define. Not quite infatuation, but still...
"Well milady, as much as I would love to slip my tools into your lock, mayhap we should try the key Ser Khan McDoo has just so fortunately found before I bring them out?"
Piker uses his small stature to worm his way into the room, then makes a beeline for the tapestry. It seems old and the exotic heraldry and gold threads makes him think it might fetch a healthy sum from some poor fool seeking antiquities and relics. He yanks the tapestry down and stuffs it into his rucksack. (Piker - Update your inventory using the Character Sheet - http://realmsofadventures.weebly.com/players.html)
Piker smirks at the mention of his name by the necromancer Akasha. Tiny Coin, wasn't that what she had said? Still, beneath the mocking tone there was something else he couldn't quite define. Not quite infatuation, but still...
"Well milady, as much as I would love to slip my tools into your lock, mayhap we should try the key Ser Khan McDoo has just so fortunately found before I bring them out?"
Piker uses his small stature to worm his way into the room, then makes a beeline for the tapestry. It seems old and the exotic heraldry and gold threads makes him think it might fetch a healthy sum from some poor fool seeking antiquities and relics. He yanks the tapestry down and stuffs it into his rucksack. (Piker - Update your inventory using the Character Sheet - http://realmsofadventures.weebly.com/players.html)