Clifford idly considered ways of getting through things without having to carry the unconscious guard, but he couldn't come up with much and what he did come up with all implied more work than having a hostage handy, nevermind trying to convince the total idiot he was paired with that his plan was stupid. Despite this, Cliff barely put any effort into carrying the man at all, only holding on to his legs and letting him fall face-up on the floor before dragging him around downstairs like so. The constant bumping of the man's head against the steps was a source of much amusement for him and the majority of the bickering between the intrepid duo of incompetent morons.

With only a few steps to go, Clifford properly hoisted the man up on his shoulders so Hampus could more easily stand him straight in front of them. The wizard then suggested going through the man's pockets and Cliff was actually surprised at how logical and not at all stupid that idea was. Nodding, he put his hands in the man's trouser pockets (not at all weird) and pulled out...a red box of pistol ammo that looked like it could hold 60 but only had like 15 shots rolling around, an empty wallet, a keycard with a smiling picture of the man and the name "Arkadios Nikolao Strudwick" printed in big bold letters underneath and...a handful of shining gold coins.

Beautiful, gleaming gold coins stamped with strange motifs and words in a language Cliff couldn't understand and which immediately fell off his hands and clinked and rolled around the floor. Loudly. "DIBS THOSE ARE MINE I CALL THE GOLD COINS!" he yelled as he scrambled for them, desperately pocketing a few already.