Gaiven, Frank and Iridia arrive in the dark slums of Rimuldar, loot in tow as they slither down a muddy, garbage-packed back alley. They're not far from the Raven's Claw, the street gang's hangout and fence for stolen goods. The storm has passed, but the wind still howls and blows and thunderheads boom above.

Gaiven trudged along behind Iridia and Frank. Though he had ideas of where he wanted to go, he couldn't really communicate them. And they'd probably visit the right places sooner or later.

An glowing amber of wood falls from under Frank's sod-stained hood. Still he is smiling, thinking about the money he will make selling the booty of their heist.

[Private to GM: Exactly how much money DID we make off of this?]

Iridia was breathing heavily. That run through uptown took a toll on her stamina. She cupped her breasts and squeezed a bit, making sure that what she looted was still there. When that was done, she stopped in her tracks. "Hey guys, come over here for a second."

One the two came over. Iridia took the two gold necklaces from her pockets, and gave one to Gaiven and one to Frank. She then leaned closer and kissed them lightly on their cheek. "Thats for a job well done." Iridia smiled, "Now as for what the merchant remarked about the Merchant's tooth... Are we still selling it for thirty pieces?"

Iridia had to admit that after going through that job, she felt a little closer to these two, and it pained her to see them go away with only ten gold pieces. So she decided to share some of the loot she privately stashed away.