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Ouch. That didn't sound good.. Xavalzo thought, cringing slightly from the loud crack that followed Edric's collapse. The younger looking spellcaster left her seat and headed up to help the poor lad. "Thank you missy." Xav said to her with a gracious nod. While she was tending to the conjurer, Xavalzo decided he'd try and look productive by gathering up all the cups and mugs scattered around the main floor, and bringing them back to the bar. He clumped them all into two groupings according to whether they were clean or not. Satisfied with his work, he dusted his hands off and looked up at the second floor balcony, seeing the young spellcaster again.
"There's a pile of rubble blocking a hallway. Could someone do something about that?"
With a sigh, Xavalzo walked around the counter and headed towards the stairs. "I suppose I could help.. I'm curious as well to what could be up there." The thief made his way up the stairs cautiously, the steps creaking with every step he took. Eventually he made it up top and passed by the two magicians and approached the stack of rubble. For a brief moment, he assessed the rubble, forming a strategy to deal with this dilemma. It appeared to be mostly smashed up furniture that had been pushed into the doorway. He began removing small planks of wood from the pile, broken chairs and parts of shelves. Eventually, the pile was light enough to drag out a few larger pieces of rubble, and with a grunt he even managed to pull a rather large chunk of table out from the pile. The rubble was now mostly clear, revealing a straight hallway which had 3 different doors on each side. Presumably they were bedrooms. "There.." The thief managed through his heavy panting. Next time i'm leaving all the manual labor to the Northerner..
He looked up, and his curiosity decided that he felt well enough to explore further. "Well let's see what we have in here.." He said, opening the first door on the left. Creeping into the room, he found it dimly lit through a dusty window. It was indeed a bedroom alright, the bed seemed almost completely preserved too as an added bonus. Beside it, was a small beside drawer, which the thief rushed over to quickly, and hastily slid open. "Is that a shiny glimmer I see," Xavalzo said to himself, quickly scooping up a small handful of gold and dropping it into his coin purse. "And whats this?" The thief then removed a rather bland looking book from the drawer and opened it up. Quickly flipping through the pages, he found nothing of interest. The pagers were all in fact blank, except for the very last. Written in small, fine text was "Give to my dearest.." the ink was covering the last word on the page. "That's.. odd?" The thief added, closing the book once more. He held onto it, figuring that he'd reveal it to the others later, or perhaps find a way to play it into his disguise somehow. He walked back out of the room and approached the balcony overlooking the main floor again. "Looks like we have maybe about six or so bedrooms up here. I already searched one of them, but i'm not sure whats in the others yet." He shouted down to the main floor.
"There's a pile of rubble blocking a hallway. Could someone do something about that?"
With a sigh, Xavalzo walked around the counter and headed towards the stairs. "I suppose I could help.. I'm curious as well to what could be up there." The thief made his way up the stairs cautiously, the steps creaking with every step he took. Eventually he made it up top and passed by the two magicians and approached the stack of rubble. For a brief moment, he assessed the rubble, forming a strategy to deal with this dilemma. It appeared to be mostly smashed up furniture that had been pushed into the doorway. He began removing small planks of wood from the pile, broken chairs and parts of shelves. Eventually, the pile was light enough to drag out a few larger pieces of rubble, and with a grunt he even managed to pull a rather large chunk of table out from the pile. The rubble was now mostly clear, revealing a straight hallway which had 3 different doors on each side. Presumably they were bedrooms. "There.." The thief managed through his heavy panting. Next time i'm leaving all the manual labor to the Northerner..
He looked up, and his curiosity decided that he felt well enough to explore further. "Well let's see what we have in here.." He said, opening the first door on the left. Creeping into the room, he found it dimly lit through a dusty window. It was indeed a bedroom alright, the bed seemed almost completely preserved too as an added bonus. Beside it, was a small beside drawer, which the thief rushed over to quickly, and hastily slid open. "Is that a shiny glimmer I see," Xavalzo said to himself, quickly scooping up a small handful of gold and dropping it into his coin purse. "And whats this?" The thief then removed a rather bland looking book from the drawer and opened it up. Quickly flipping through the pages, he found nothing of interest. The pagers were all in fact blank, except for the very last. Written in small, fine text was "Give to my dearest.." the ink was covering the last word on the page. "That's.. odd?" The thief added, closing the book once more. He held onto it, figuring that he'd reveal it to the others later, or perhaps find a way to play it into his disguise somehow. He walked back out of the room and approached the balcony overlooking the main floor again. "Looks like we have maybe about six or so bedrooms up here. I already searched one of them, but i'm not sure whats in the others yet." He shouted down to the main floor.
