[center][h3]Fyr[/h3][/center]

Fyr was on his way to turn around and leave the large stone cavity when the greatest pirate of all time inevitably came into his view. It was fairly obvious that Dalious was not only searching for something, but also found something that might prove to be useful in the future. A prudent idea that Fyr followed suit, starting so dig through the mess the fight had created with his giant hands soon being completely drenched in demonfolk blood.

[hider=Perception roll]1d20 = 17 -> Success.[/hider]

Most of their now dead opponents appeared to have been outfitted with fairly basic gear only, nothing that was begging for Fyr's attention. He turned their dead bodies around with his feet not even wanting to touch them anymore, and beneath one of the corpses there was a good looking spear of some sorts. A bit of a weird design he had not really seen before and, given the small dents and scratches lititered over the weapon's metallic surfaces, not exactly new anymore either. It looked sturdy though and some subtle testing by transferring a part of his body weight onto it confirmed this impression. He would keep it, but only after rubbing the blood off the leather straps used to carry the long weapon on one's back!

Fyr then hurried up to follow the others on their way out. Luckily it seemed that nobody had picked up onto the meaning of his runes and tried to remove the scratchings in the meantime.