<strong>Dalen Black, Human Trickster</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yikes. I lived fast and died young, but I didn't leave that pretty of a corpse. Might be a matter of having been in the ground too long but yeah."</strong>He shook his head but continued digging, unearthing the figure and starting to tug it out of the grave, his gear being stripped off the skeleton so he could get it clean and put it on himself soon, casting a look back at the drow as she spoke at them. A faint smile played on his face as he shrugged at the words she had spoken, tilting his head amusedly.<strong>"Well a little help would be appreciated, and we all want the same fellow dead, and before death a lot of pain, humiliation and suffering to befall him, then. With that in mind, I think working together would be fun."</strong>He shrugged and then cast a look at Noemi.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, as much as I like giving everyone a peek at how I look fresh from the dead, would you be willing to help me out with getting this stuff clean enough to wear? I figure such magic would be little more than a cantrip, if you happen to have one on mind it would certainly be appreciated, if no, well I figured its worth asking no?"</strong>He flashed her a smile, looking over at Lilith and her digging efforts.<strong>"I kinda figure you two ladies dont exactly want to pull knickers full of sand up at your delicates either, so was just thinking on it like that."</strong>He returned his gaze back at Noemi at this, smile playing on his lips before he looked up at the drow witch.<br/><br/><strong>"I did say I'd hear you out, and come sit near soon, I just wanted to drag my gear out of the sand before that. I feel positively <em>naked</em> without a blade at my side or a dagger in a sheath."</strong>For once, that wasn't an euphenism.