"I plan on taking the dead man's rapier with me, as well as the portable hole." He smiled and leaned down to fold the portable hole over, trying to pack it as small as he could and slip it to his backpack. Never knew when something like that could come in handy. That done though, he turned his attendion to pick up the rapier sliding it at his side. "I'm probably going to look like a total bastard for this but..." He shrugged, starting to go through the dead man's pocket and person. Checking for anything of clear value and possible magical use. Rings, talismans, that sort of things. He expected most of it had gone to the traps around the place, but he couldn't say for sure, and he'd always appreciate a bit of help getting along, but she was right, they had to get going soon.<br/><br/>"Alright, lets get out of here, and sorry for failing to provide you with a bastard to hang for all of this." He bowed his head to Sharille, hurrying to get out with her.