--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - Self-satisfied.</strong>--<br/><strong>-- HP:</strong><em>20/20</em><strong>AC:</strong><em>20</em><br/><hr/><br/>It was a bit grim to be picking valuables from such a fresh corpse, but Gorvis was no stranger to such things.  Sometimes survival forced one's hand, and true luxuries were often hard-won.  With his coin purse slightly heavier and his component pouch jangling with valuable gems, he tapped his curative wand against the shallow stab wound in his chest until it neatly sealed itself up again.<br/><br/>It was then that he remembered the other guard, the one that had been so dazzled by his spray of color that he'd simply keeled over.  Wondering at what valuables might yet be on his person, the gnome began edging his way thirty feet back towards the wagon, with another thirty left between him and the others.