"I'll check," Dirk replied as he, with the ever so slightest of grimaces on his face (like breath on a mirror: quick and elusive), sheathed his sword.
He thought he might have seen something - the glint of something that wasn't a by-product of the goblin, nor blood nor toxic slime, but he wasn't sure. At the time he had been kind of preoccupied by trying to keep himself in one piece. He was also fairly certain that if he had been right that it was somewhere under the body. The lack of loot elsewhere implied it.
Fucking fantastic. There wasn't anything under the first arm he lifted. He got lucky, though. Under one of the legs (aka: not after rolling the body over) he spotted treasure. Of a sort. The level one grimoire wasn't likely useful, but that wasn't for him to decide, was it? With that in mind Dirk wedged it out and offered it to his fellow Derse dreamer.
...thinking about it, the only losers are everyone else.
He thought he might have seen something - the glint of something that wasn't a by-product of the goblin, nor blood nor toxic slime, but he wasn't sure. At the time he had been kind of preoccupied by trying to keep himself in one piece. He was also fairly certain that if he had been right that it was somewhere under the body. The lack of loot elsewhere implied it.
Fucking fantastic. There wasn't anything under the first arm he lifted. He got lucky, though. Under one of the legs (aka: not after rolling the body over) he spotted treasure. Of a sort. The level one grimoire wasn't likely useful, but that wasn't for him to decide, was it? With that in mind Dirk wedged it out and offered it to his fellow Derse dreamer.
"Here."