>Have some of the gladiators carry the loot, then head for the mountains_
You explain the situation to the gladiators and some of them smile and shake their heads at each other as if to say, "by the gods, hes done it again. is it even possible for him to get anymore awesome?" the gladiators make makeshift bags out of any cloth items they can find and fill them with every last coin, gem or bauble in the vault. only now do you take the time to tell them your name. "Gathre Gulgudcuthroz Xubkibtamun Urbed" Gathre for short. you set off for the mountains. the gladiators were natural survivalists it seemed. despite any peril you encountered on the journey, not a single one died and you finally arrived at a village up on a mountain slope. women, children, and an elderly couple came out stare with amazement at you, then with even more amazement at the returning villagers. many teary reunions ensued, except for the elderly couple who settled for a modest smile. the old woman approached you and said to you "it's easy to see, even for my worn eyes, that you are responsible for bringing our villagers, and family, back to us. i am Bolba, and this is my husband, Golnam we at the village elders. you can choose to stay at our village, or go off in search of your own home. i am simply glad you found the kindness to bring us back our villagers, and the ill gotten riches of those foul men with you."