All We Wanna Do Is Eat Your Brains [Greed]
Ash had slipped through the banquet hall on the heels of Grif and Caleb’s group. He knew better than to eat the food, but he’d pilfered knives, spoons, and shrimp forks before leaving - it’s always good to have more sharp, pointy objects available in case of attack, by something native or by someone who’d been dragged here like him. Either way, he was more than grateful to be out of the hall.
At least, until he’d decided to nab a backpack to store his assorted cutlery. He couldn’t help it, adventurers always pick up absolutely everything that isn’t nailed or bolted into place (and some of the better ones manage to take those things, too). It’s their job to steal useful or valuable items from places that are apparently abandoned, and what could this town be but abandoned? Right?
He’d just been planning on taking the backpack - he figured all of the gold and jewels wouldn’t do him any good here - until the Ungrateful Dead and their little yappy dogs started coming. He took the shotgun and several boxes of shells just as protection.
When they kept coming despite the buckshot, he decided that running was his best option. Maybe. Hopefully.
At least, until he’d decided to nab a backpack to store his assorted cutlery. He couldn’t help it, adventurers always pick up absolutely everything that isn’t nailed or bolted into place (and some of the better ones manage to take those things, too). It’s their job to steal useful or valuable items from places that are apparently abandoned, and what could this town be but abandoned? Right?
He’d just been planning on taking the backpack - he figured all of the gold and jewels wouldn’t do him any good here - until the Ungrateful Dead and their little yappy dogs started coming. He took the shotgun and several boxes of shells just as protection.
When they kept coming despite the buckshot, he decided that running was his best option. Maybe. Hopefully.