Evahld began laughing wildly, pointing at Vash. The viking was obviously amused.

"HOHOHOH!, I've heard less sanctimonious crap from Pal... no, no! PALADINS know that sometimes you've got to slay a dragon! Or slay the rapelord of the 37 hells! Or stop an insane cult from developing a spell which will kill all men across all the planes. You're welcome for that last one by the way." Evahld wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. "It seems you're from a world that allows such naivete. But, regardless, as is the custom of my people, I'm taking its skull as a trophy, that all might see the majesty of the world. Oh well, hoard looting!" Evahld shouted, grabbing the four smallest swords. "I bet if I use the Girallon arms I can use all of these at once! ...ah, how rude of me!"

Evahld took out a number of oddly-shaped dice made of bone.

"The other Half-Price Heroes and I would roll for loot. Does anyone contest my claim to the skull and small swords?"