When the bandits left, Shadowe shrugged at Yarith's comment, "Sure, that works. I don't see any need to going to the settlement if it's as poor as what they're saying. Seems the real coin to be made is at that Tower!" he grinned at the thought of heading to the next inn for celebrations carting a bunch of wares to fob off to the locals before they moved on again. Once they eventually reached the cave, he gave a nod at Yarith's order and drew his bow, nocking an arrow and pointing it over the Paladin's shoulder whilst also looking about. A rest at a camp would be good, though having their throat's slit whilst they slept would not be so good...<br/><br/>Inside the cave, it was clearly the stash of the bandit's. There were different small sundries strewn about, though on the first impression and as the bandit's had made out, nothing truly of value. Shadowe grimaced at the sight of the abundance of crappy goods that the thieves had just about managed to finagle off people or what they had has a group to their name. The camp seemed to be the best of what they could hobble together, which was serviceable at best. When their breaths seemed to be able to finally relax, Yarith would notice something glimmering underneath some thin blankets.  At closer inspection of what this could be, Yarith finds a small idol, clearly from the material it was hewn from it was worth some value.<br/><br/>"Ooh! Gimme a look at that!" Shadowe chirps up upon seeing it, snatching it up he eyes it over, evaluating it, "Now this is something you don't see everyday! Do you know how much coin this can go for!" he grinned, thanking the dim wits of the bandits for not realizing it, or at least being unable to sell it thus far...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">The idol is worth 2d10 x10 in coin (roll for it's exact worth), it is 0 weight.<br/> :-)</div></div>