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Robust Laser · 03-17-2012, 08:46 PM

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"What!? When!?"
"Sometime within the next week or two. Come on, you've known it was going to happen for a while."
"S'never been concrete before now. How are you even going to go adventuring with only one arm?"
"You know exactly how much I can do with only one arm, Karl."
It was true. Len did manage to do some things while missing an arm that Sk'Karl would have needed three for. Still...
"You know I haven't had a lick of practice since our last 'great' escapade. I'll just end up slowing you down!"
Len sat silently, as if trying to work out the best possible way to say what needed to be said. His reptillian friend didn't wait.
"Well if I don't go, who the hell am I supposed to spend time with? 'Two IQ' Steelfist?"
"Ragg's smarter than you'd think, Karl. You should be happy to know that he'll be going too."
"As if that's any consolation. Why do you have to do this again?"
"It's just... in my blood. My father was an adventurer, and so was his father and so on. It would drive me as crazy to stay holed up in one town forever as it would cause you to if you went with me."
"What's that mean!?"
"There's a lot of making aquaintances, and a good party member doesn't assume his teammates are going to rob him of all possessions."
Sk'Karl grumbled. There wasn't anybody else he was really friends with, and it would be incredibly dull without Len around.
"Well then you owe me a few things in compensation!"
"What would those be?"
"First, you must bring me back lots of valuable treasure. Emotional damages."
"Right, right. Small magic jewel isn't good enough."
"Second, when your father shows up to whisk you away to a life of near death experiences, tell him that I hate him."
"I'll be sure to remind him in case he's forgotten by now."
"And most importantly, don't die. If you die, I will devote my life to a god, become a cleric, and raise you from the dead just so I can kill you again."
Len smirked a little, "I'll do my best."
"Seriously, Len. I will be incredibly pissed if you die."
Tears would have nearly entered Sk'Karl's eyes if he hadn't already taught himself not to.
Plus there was no time for that. With a mere two weeks left before his friend left, they had a lot of dumb shit to do before it would be incredibly more difficult to do so together.

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Sk'Karl was awoken by the chariot suddenly stopping, and immediately checked his bags. Knives, scrolls, clothes, gun, a few small treasures that could be sold or traded in a pinch, and what appeared to be all of his money. Looked like he had every- wait. He put his hand by his collar, grasping at nothing, and stared at the passenger across from him, a drow lady or maybe just a really dark skinned elf.
She was awoken by a dagger up to her throat.
"Aaah! What are you-"
"Cough it up."
"What are you talking abou-"
The lizardman responded simply by pressing the dagger harder.
"Gack- Front pocket, front pocket!"
Still holding the knife to her throat, Sk'Karl searched the drow's front pocket, and removed a necklace with a small green jewel attached to it. He put his knife back in his bag and put the necklace back on. Taking a quick look out the window, the chariot had clearly arrived in Klangsbor. Immediately he stepped out, only stopping momentarily to scoff at the would be thief. He wasn't particularly surprised.

Ideally, he would have taken a single passenger chariot here, but that really wasn't possible right now. Adventurers were just flocking to this place, and he no choice but to double up. Whatever, it got him here, and he didn't exactly travel with a master thief anyways. Still, he'd probably have to deal with whoever else decided to choose this clearly fine establishment today. Surely, the Dragon's Chest would only house adventurers with the highest morals. Probably all nuns.

Sk'Karl sighed and entered the doors.