With a thunderous crash, the wood splintered beneath his insistent kicks. When he made a sizable hole in the cabinet, he pushed in on it with his hands, and reached in, feeling around. He takes out a handful of precious and semi-precious gems, and with a grin, detaches a small (currently empty) leather pouch from his belt, and fills it with as many of the things as he can.  He ties the pouch thoroughly, and tosses it up and down in his hands several time, looking pleased.<br/><br/>"Well, looks like you saved your friend." He'd comment to Mary. "But neither of you worked with me right from the get go. I'm not letting anybody go." He groped the high born Lady's ass a bit before moving towards the door. "But since I'm feeling in a charitable mood right now, I won't force myself on either of ye."<br/><br/>He opened the door, then closed it, and went to leave the boat...only to discover someone had moved the plank. Curses. Oh well, he's not going to let something like this stop him. He simply takes a running jump off the boat, and lands (on all fours) on the docks below. The pouch goes sliding away from him, but only a few inches.<br/><br/>After he recovers from this, actually a bit surprised he didn't go right through the wood, he picks up the pouch, gets back up onto his feet, and casually walks back towards the tavern.