Shekaal’s Story
“Well, it all happened about three days ago. It was near the end of the day, close to knocking off time, and Lethos and I were moving a crate. My mind was on the nice cold ale that was waiting for me. Lethos’s mind, well it had of better been on the same thing.” He glances at his sister who blushes, “Anyway. We weren’t concentrating and the cursed thing slipped and hit the dirt. Must have hit just right for a side cracked and broke off and out of the hole fell some leather pouches.”
“Well as I was saying, it was close to leaving time, so Lethos told me to shoot through, while he goes and tells the foreman. No use both beers getting warm he said. Well he had a point and so I told him I would see him at the Pixie. I waited, and he never showed. I got worried and though it best to scarper and lay low for a while.”