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Wipes blue ichor off Cat's Claw

"By Mog and Kos! What a strange way to attack! Who are these golems working for and where do they come up with these blue sprites?"

And mine as well. As if I could spy for slimy frogs, rusty golems or pissy poodles! It is to laugh.

I wouldn't worry about the sml_lrfs as much as I would the Grey Mouser, he's a double agent, Patrick is a member of almost every guild, I haven't put together the nefarious plot he's working under, but if your group is so easily infiltrated by simply stealing things *hands back the masked rogues sense of humor*.

Who is this Patrick you speak of Final Knight, and what does such a outlandishly-named person have to do with me? I am a rogue of high honor, and I do not steal or inform on other rogues. If you challenge my honor we can settle this in the time-honored fashion, tied-arm knife fight.

Whips out Cat's Claw and begins to walk it across his knuckles

"Ah. The boar seems to have left. I guess it's back to theft rather than a swindle Masked Rogue."

The Grey Mouser departs. He returns, carrying a disturbing statue of a lobsterheaded naked woman. The only thing agreeable about the statue is that it is made of solid gold with black pearls the size of Spring peas set all about it.

"A little gift from the frogs my friends! The lillypads might not be much, but this ugly piece of statuary will pay the guildhall's rent for a while!"

A cowled figure steals in a grabs the golden statue of Blibdoolpoolp the frogs have set in the corner.

Hmm .. perhaps you are right .. You there boar! Would you be interested in playing strawman in a profitible scam the Masked Rogue and I were discussing? I'm sure we can find it in our hearts to give you a 15% cut of the take.

Good Mog! A talking boar? Why I could get a pile of Smerduks for such a wonder! Quick! Tie that pontificating porcine up and it's off to the Rainbow Palace! We will drink like kings for a year off the sale!

The small blue critters grab the lemmings and begin to develop a cavalry regiment.

"Fellows ... we may need some assistance here."

The Grey Mouser transfixes another blue creature with Cat's Claw.

"Gold you say? I have a bit of alchemical training, I'll have to try and find out the receipe!"

The Grey Mouser pulls out Cat's Claw and begins transfixing the small blue creatures to the floor one by one

"This is worse than the time the Rats of Lankhmar attempted a takeover!"

The Grey Mouser returns

"Amphibians don't have much, but these immense lilypads might become a fad if we can convince Glipkerio Kistomerces they are an exotic plant from far Kiraay."

A cloaked figure sneaks in and grabs the brand new Dire lilypads

Let me check what the frogs have.

Sneaks into the shadows

Behold my brothers I return with my first prize!

Brandishes the Maltese Fire Hydrant stolen from the poodle clubhouse.

A hooded figure sneaks in while the poodles are distracted and yoinks the Maltese Fire Hydrant sitting on the clubhouse mantle

Ahh a gathering of rogues!

Permit me to introduce myself, august members of the third oldest profession! I am The Grey Mouser, lately of Lankhmar, a thief and burglar of no mean skill, lately wandering these foreign parts due to a misunderstanding with the autorities in my adopted city. Perchance you have room for one such as I?