Re: Darkness in Rimuldar
OOC: Private to Gaiven:
[Private to Gaiven the Dumb: Both small and valuable -- that's what every burglar wants to find. However, Gaiven doesn't have even so much as a belt pouch, so whatever he finds is going to have to fit in his ragety trouser pockets.
Using the flickering candle, Gaiven searches the massive great hall, shadows dancing all around. The man is rich, that's for certain.
Hmm... Here's something. Six pure silver, highly decorated disks are stacked on a table. The table is surrounded by plush furniture topped by large, silk pillows. Being raised in poverty, the street urchin doesn't immediately realize what the disks are. But, his quick mind quickly surmises that they are used to save the beautiful wooden table from a cold drink's moisture. They should fetch two or three silver apiece and they'll fit in Gaiven's pocket.
On that same table, Gaiven lifts the lid to a wooden box and finds four cigars. The box is too large to pocket, but the smokes will fit. However, they will be fragile; Gaiven could easily wind up with a pocket of tobacco and torn leaves -- not to mention what will happen to them in the rain. But, knowing how rich fatso is, these cigars might sell for two to four silver apiece at a store.
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