The Loot [Concluded]

[LazyMcCrow]

Lazy sat staring stubbornly at the magical items laid out before him. The last thing the majority had uttered was their own stubborn refusal to have any of them discarded. Some kind of
solidarity amongst magical artifacts that Lazy respected to a degree, but which didn’t help ease the now-obvious physical metamorphosis that the barbarian warrior was undergoing. His flesh looked corpse-like and his breath had acquired a long drawn out rattle.

Finally, one of his artifacts piped up ‘Get rid of the underpants! - The underpants did it!’

Lazy looked down at the COIN-OPERATED CODPIECE OF WHANG.

The pleasurable sensations it produced (for only a small quantity of Gold) would be sorely missed, but perhaps it did indeed harbour a more malicious trait.

The sun was setting and Lazy feared that he would not see the dawn.

With a sigh he lumbered to his feet and was about to send the legendary truss tumbling into the abyss, when he halted; mid-kick.

The collective voices of the artifacts weighed on his mind. Perhaps given another day, they would root out the evil amongst them. Lazy wondered if he would see another day.

Night had fallen and sleep would not come quickly enough.

It is night. 24 hours for orders.