[@Geraven] [i]A thick plume of dust gouted from the entrance, and in moments the cave had collapsed into itself with noise enough to echo across the forest.[/i] *Beat* "'Oy, You're quite the bastard, aren't you? Could've been someone in there. Wot's more, there might've been treasure. Regular ass, jus' coz you got 'ere first. Say, how'd you do that, anyways? 'Splosives?" [i]For The Knave, the cave-in might as well have been in slow motion. Had the dragon been real? Had it come back in a great fury? One way to find out. The coins were as good as gone, but he could shift through the rubble for the chest after dealing with the damned beast. Knave became immaterial to material, slipped underground, and flashed towards the direction of the source of the initial shockwave before the first boulder had struck the floor. He shot out from the mountain twenty yards below the level of the entrance, and zipped right back up to try and catch sight of the problem from behind. If a dragon there was, he wanted to be behind it and unseen. Not out of fear, but because he was pissed enough to want to let it know how much it had fucked up with a casual nudge to the tail before he freed its brains from its skull case. Such was Knave's surprise at seeing a lone man. Dragon or man, this one had very much ruined Knave's day. He had somehow destroyed the cave by himself. Had he an artifact as well? Knave had to find out before he took revenge, lest he lose out on another treasure. Gren, clearly preferring wanton force over his sensory abilities to scope out enemies, might not realize there was someone five feet behind him in the split second it took Knave to leave the cavern and double back, at least until the red cloaked man spoke up. The Knave would be leaning back, right hand planted on his hip and the left shading his eyes from the sun as he admired the destruction, like a shameless tourist come to gawk at a the pyramids. His sword was slung over his back, hilt at his right shoulder. He looked like a regular boob adventurer, with his gaudy clothes and unguarded stance.[/i]