Tyra hungrily nabs up a gorgeous, silver necklace, with a brilliant ruby at its heart, eying it more for the beauty, than any inherent value. Aviendha skims through the pile, and eventually pulls out a small, simple painting, of a woman sitting on a rock, staring out to sea. Cerul takes a simple, silver ring, inset with a sapphire, while Krystal scoops the rest into the pocket he created; nothing in the hoard had any sort of unique value, the best thing being a +4 equivalent weapon, buried deep in the pile.<br/><br/>Krystal considers the skulls, for a moment. "Buried, and not here, I think... show some respect to the dead. Unless you know a better place for them."