<strong>"Can't we just use magic to dispel the collars effects so that you can have it taken off?"</strong>He would look on in silence and shook his head annoyed at this. Its like the monk was a destructive force that only knew one of two things. Fucking and touching anything that wasn't nailed down. Heck if it weren't for her fighting skills that would be all she was good for. He would sigh as he then says<strong>"Alright whatever, nothing is ever easy anyway. Let's just get the gold thats still in the chest and..."</strong>His eyes looked down at the chest... empty. That did it, Azarel was going to give some tough love if someone didn't cough up that gold or didn't find it.<strong>"Okay... I saw that chest filled with fucking gold. Now where the hell is it!?"</strong>Azarel's temper finally snapped. He had all this horse shit to contend with and now this. The very thing they were after and now it was all freaking gone.<strong>"Where the fuck is the gold that we obviously needed for the wagon!!?"</strong>Azarel's hands were visibly shaking and it looked like he was about to make something<em>explode</em>!!!