Kepli didn't really care for the undead. They weren't customers of him. Kinda hard to inject stuff in your blood when you had none. So he usually walked around the Necropolitan District as any sensible living being would. So who in there right mind would blow up the crypt of a vampire? Well, it was actually rather something of a good fortune for him, although he would never say that aloud. He hadn't experimented with it himself, but it was said that you could make some real potent stuff with vampire ashes. Kepli crouches before the heap of ash that was once a vampire, trying to act like he's just examining it. But as soon as he notices nobody is looking at him, he quickly pinches some of the ash and puts it in one of his many belts.

[b][i]"Trust me buddy, your death was not in vain. You'll bring up a nice small fortune."[/i][/b]

The halfling scratches his goatee and nods, trying to look inquisitive. He mutters some words to himself, really trying to cover up his act.

[b]"Hm, yes. Interesting. Quite interesting indeed."[/b]

After finishing 'examining' the remains, he gets up and joins in on the conversation between his Thiefling chief and the dwarf he knew as Yarik. He was probably the one Kepli had most contact with since joining the little guard house. And with contact that mainly meant gambling.

[color=a0410d][b]"-question the Vamps to see what their take on the situation is. Who they've been doing business with recently, and who might have the most cause to want to do this to them and their kind... might be they'll be uncooperative or unhelpful, but at least they won't be able to put this shit on us."[/b][/color]

Acting like he had heard the entire conversation, Kepli just joins in without too much hassle. He strides up to the two with confidence and wit his arms on his hips.

[b]"Ah, that should be easy enough. I still have an old buddy. Like... literally old. I think he's counting 402 years now or something. Bloody skeletons. Really weird if yo-... I digress. He still owes me some gambling money. And I'm willing to bet he's up for talking in exchange for wiping away that debt. I can always steal his skull again if he's not willing to help.[/b]

The halfling let's out a snicker as he recalls the good old times. He looks up at the sky as his mind carries him far away from the whole situation here. A couple of moments pass before he shakes his head and turns back to the present. He looks at the bottle of booze in the dwarf his hands and points at it.

[b]"You gonna finish that?"[/b]