As the giant moblin tumbled to the ground, Rumsey gave a chuckle as he moved to wipe the blood off of his blade and place it back at his hip. His song continued softly as he sang apparently to no-one but himself as the monkey stopped playing the concertina in order to join its master in pilfering through the dead monster's pockets for valuables and goodies.<span style="color: green">"An' a li'l mug o' beer wouldn't do us any harm, an' a li'l mug o' beer wouldn't do us any harm, an' a li'l mug o' beer wouldn't do us any harm, <i>an' we'll all hang on behind</i>..." </span><br/><br/>He continued the tune on softly even as he stopped singing, whistling the pirate chant as the portly pirate's wounds seemed to ease of their own accord. He grunted as he struggled to heave on of the dead moblin's over to more properly loot the corpses with a grin. He squinted up at the sky as one hand canvased the corpse before him with a the skill of a trained raider well-used to picking up scraps at the end of a battle.<span style="color: green">"Seems we rolled tha' ole chariot along nice 'nough. Figger tha' big brute was the leader o' this motley crew o' thugs? 'ead on back t'town to collect a 'ero's welcome?"</span><br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">Finished Song: Song of Spilt Blood<br/>
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Recovery expended: 4; 3+1</div>
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