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[color=2cc785]"...There wasssssss money, right?"[/color]

[color=888888] -Salbjörg of the Deep[/color]
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With the rats gathered, and on Sal’s person somehow, she gave the bell of safe return a ring. Maybe it took them all home, maybe it was just her, but that had little to do with what she would do next. She slinked off, weary from being outside for so long, and looked over the items the rats had collected. Maybe the smelly bag would have some coins in it. 

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Nothing reflective enough to see her own reflection in.

What a bust.

Except…

While Salbjörg had been going through everything in the core room, she could hear something was coming closer. She had been able to defeat the last adventurer easily enough, was everyone else so weak that they managed to let one almost get to the core, despite all the new traps? 

She peered down the hall, not especially pleased at the disturbance. Fortunately the hallway terminated at a T section with Zoppy’s shop stuck in a little nook. Much like Rats, Zoppy had proven to have a few uses despite being some malformed green abomination. The dwarf appeared to be distracted, which would make ambushing him all too easy.

With a flick of her fingers, an assortment of poisoned bone needles hovered over her hand and with a flick, they soared down the hallway into the dwarf’s back. Salbjörg didn’t stick around long enough to see what became of the dwarf, and instead retreated back into the core room to finish looking over the haul.