More-or-less engrossed in his work, Gary began to hum his own theme song as he put the gold into his sack. Even doing so, he was beginning to strategize on the dealing with the folks outside. He could still hear everything, so his mind began to work on the problem. It looked as though the other thief and the skeleton weren't going to be an issue. The elf, however... He was an elf, and therefore had a great physique to accompany his battle prowess. He didn't seem like he knew any magic, although there was no proof of this. If given a chance, it seemed like the other two might fight him and indeed give him an out. However, these people... He just met them. You can't base people's actions on merely the last few minutes. He needed something more certain, like a surefire way to handle the elf, say.
Wait a minute...
Gary's mouth spread out into a big grin now. He couldn't help but snigger mischeivously at the thought. Yes...the elf. Alder would probably suffer, as well, but maybe not the undead man. Depends on what sound vibration does to his bone structure, really. Suffice to say, Gary filled his big burly sack and came strolling out of the treasure vault with it tied to his back. And then he pulled out a small container with a tight stopper keeping it shut. He uncorked the thing and-
EEEEEHHHRRRYYYOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!
A terrible sound, a hideously-loud noise, filling the halls and broadcasting itself with such horrid ferocity that those in range would suffer tremendous pain and possibly pass out! Gary had unleashed the Essense of Mandrake, and there was an elf in proximity. Gary himself had taken the nnecessary precautions, of course. He had earplugs. With this having been done, he closed the little bottle and hopped along, intending to get down the hall and meet his ride. What do we mean? Well...
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On a rooftop located outside of the place, something large stirred...and leapt. It had eight legs and deadly fangs, and it had heard the signal to come.
