Camilla bounced down the hill of coins with all the grace of a sack of grain. She tried to get her hands under her, and curl her body as she had been taught but her battered body responded sluggishly and it accomplished little. Landing in a jingling pile she was covered in a small avalance of unfamiliar coins and lay there panting for long moments. The distant din of battle still echoed in her ears but the immediate danger seemed to have passed.

Nausea once again threatened to overwhelm herself as she pushed herself to her feet. She was bleeding from somewhere, probably several somewhere, and her forearm and chest were covered with black rat blood and other fluids she dared not consider to closely. Still she was alive and as she got her bearings her eyes widened in wonder.

[b]"Cydric,"[/b] she said, her voice stunned to a near whisper as she pushed herself to her feet, clinking metal coins fell from her hair and her garments as she did so. It was like something out of a tale from Araby.

[b]"Cydric are you seeing this, mia Diosa..."[/b] she stumbled toward the Imperial, her eyes trying to take in every wonder of the vault at once, a million shimmering reflections cast back by the wan flame of the burning brand. There was enough wealth here to buy herself any title in Tilea.

How could they carry this all out of here? Gods how could they carry any of it out of here before the victors of the battle upstairs noticed them. For that matter was there a way out. She cast a covetous glance around, wading through more wealth than she had seen in her life to seize a gold hilted rapier with sapphires the size of a child's teeth worked into the hilt and scabbard.

[b]"Cydric what do we do?"[/b]
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