Re: Day 5 - Early Risers
Dweeble was surprisingly quick to ignore the two sleeping men still nearby. Likewise, she didn't seem eager to search bodies for sources of shiny things or coin. Instead, she sheathed her sword after wiping it clean on her pant leg and, almost methodically, moved to each of the bodies she'd thrown a dagger into. She removed her weapons with either hand and retreated back into the previous room, ignoring the sights of what lay beyond.
By the light of the driftglobe she found where Grund lay dead, her daggers shaking lightly in her grip as she approached the half orc's dead form. She dropped one blade to the ground with a loud clatter while the other she drove down into Grund's lifeless chest. Then, leaving her blade there, she began to scramble as she searched his pockets and pouches. "Key, key, key, keykeykeykey. The half orc always carries the key. The key opens the cage. No more cages for Dweeble. Not now, not ever. Key, key, keykeykey." She mumbled to herself as she worked but any inquisitive ears could easily here her. She didn't seem to notice her own mad ramblings.
OOC: Looking for a key, or keys. Any key, doesn't matter much to her if it's big enough for a massive lock or small enough for a tiny chest.
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