Wil sheathed his blades. He was a little disappointed the the mage had scared away the other ogres. The party had them far outnumbered, and the barbarian was slicing them up like bacon. Not only would the ogres that got away be free to jump the next poor sods that take this road, but they might have had more ill gotten gains for him to reclaim.<br/><br/>Speaking of ill gotten gains, Wil was right up next to the fallen ogres when his team mates started to loot. He saw the barbarian find some gem, but it was the elf that peaked his interest. She was a shifty one and he had his doubts she would inform the party of the jewel she had found.<br/><br/>He took a look around to see if anyone else had notices her loot diving faux pas. However them seem more interested in finding out whether or not to worry about the helpless travelers they had just saved. He walked up beside her as she was examining the potion. He Grabbed her dainty elven wrist and pulled her a little close.<strong>"What do you think you are doing? Have you never worked in a group before? Unless there are eight of those, which I doubt, I suggest you keep it out of your pockets until we can have split fairly between all of us."</strong><br/><br/>He looked over to the drow getting up. No wonder she was the first to fall. She probably doesn't do well on a bright sunny day. Though she might be some cause for alarm. Drow aren't known for their love and understanding of others. The paladin would be able to sort out if she is safe or not.