I noticed an interesting collection of magical items on the corpses, but I paid them no heed. That grotesque eye on a necklace will go very poorly with my fashion sense - perhaps the lizard can use it though, since there's nothing around his neck that might conflict with this little accessory. *SHUDDER*

As for Gnasc's magic wand... well, I'm a martial man and know nothing about magic. Perhaps the clever halfling is intelligent enough to understand its ramifications. He might even get a kick out of starting fires.

A belt of potions... intriguing, intriguing, but judging the rate which that brawny human drank through his potions, it's probably best reserved for him.

It seems I must have made a mistake somewhere. I was certain Framarth was wielding a pact hammer. I must have put it along with the other warhammers. Or was I just imagining things? Curious.

In any case, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I hear a piercing scream of "NOOOOO" emanate from the slave pit room. Sounds like someone's getting on with the captives. Why that horny warforged. How dare he molest the prisoners? Without me, I mean. I want in on that action!

I turned to the apparently daydreaming halfling and loaded him with everything that I've found. "Here, Cordok. I managed to salvage these from the bodies. Be a dear and take these to the others. And arm the prisoners. We may yet need their help in our escape!"

I returned to my half-skinned gnoll and resolve to finish skinning it in a few minutes. No time for finesse, Cal. Just whack out any large segment of flesh that's sticking to the hide.

Wow, all this blood pouring out is making me thirsty. I take a long swig out of one of my waterskins, completely draining it. Refreshing!

Completely empty 1x waterskin.

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