"See? That's the attitude of a real adventurer. And I didn't even explain a thing yet," laughed Pyth.<br/><br/>Toll glared at him incredulously.  "What do you mean you haven't? You did nothing but flirt, did you?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, and you're just mad you didn't win the draw to do the exact same thing! But look," Pyth countered then leaned forward so at least his smirk was eye level with Tessa. "You know the drill. We find us a good tomb, sneak in, clear out any trouble in our way, and make out like bandits with some trinkets we sell in town. Even split three ways we get enough to drink ourselves dead for a week."<br/><br/>"That again?" grunted Toll who leaned forward as well, gradually squeezing Tessa between their burly arms in their argument. "Look, if it was that easy then you'll be sure every idiot out there's already turning the mountains upside down for junk. And then you got the bloody dwarves peddling shit every week.  Know what that's called? Market saturation. That's why we-"<br/><br/>Pyth smacked Toll's shoulder, which barely budged, and whispered incredulously, "hey, not so fucking loud!"