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[BlitzDungeoneer]

I love the way you're blatantly ignoring that I told you my name.

So, what's the job? Might join you, depending on what it is.

[Playergamer]

"Probably stealing something."

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Stealing what and from who?

[Prophet]

Will their be food later?

[Playergamer]

"I'll figure it out, give me some time."

[CaptainMcClellan]

Moth: * wakes and sputters * * speaks in a slight slur * "Hey, hey. What are you doing?"

[Lyeos]

Ammilek softly tugs on the guy that's under the leaves' ears.

"Are you food?"

[CaptainMcClellan]

"N-no." * opens his eyes, sees Ammilek far too close for comfort * * shakes his head in surprise, jerks back a little bit and start blinking quickly * "Who are you?"

[Prophet]

Rasheed nods then continues to follow Will with a blank face.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Generally, you plan that stuff out first. How 'bout we go to a tavern and ask for rumours on rich people?

[Prophet]

Rasheed nods at Lytle's suggestion.

[Lyeos]

"Ammilek! Are you sure you aren't food? Things with souls are generally food, but Kyle told me not to eat random people, and he's terrifying..."

She is, of course, still holding her revolver in the hand she was using to tug on his ear, and the remaining bit of her left arm is pointing all of it's splintery-goodness at his face.

[Playergamer]

"Eh, sure"

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Eeeeexcellent.
Lytle proceeds towards the merest tavern at a brisk pace.

[Prophet]

Follows Lytle.