Thomas winked at Argriv.

"Trying to keep me alive? Then where have YOU been for the last 10 years? Trust me, I can handle myself." Thomas looked at the monk.

"I gave you your stuff back. And I swear, that if I ever steal from you again, I'll give it back. A thief's honor. But, I'm in no mood for a fight, and honestly, I don't think you are, either. So, let's just shake hands, and get on with our lives."

Thomas put his hand out.

"Ooohkaaayy. Yeah, sure." Thomas then made an almost comicly straight face, and slowly inched forward towards Drestron. Soon, Thomas's left side was almost touching Drestron's right side. Thomas then began to speak quietly.

"So, you interested in any jewelry? I just got a nice shipment from a certain elf that was a little too tight for his britches."

"Good. I'm glad that's settled." Argriv looked around and noticed several members of the council looking pointedly at the three. "I believe we should return our attention to the conference, shall we gentiles?" he said.

(OOC: I think that until SS moves us along, having everyone figure out that their stuff is gone is all we got to do.)

OOC: My guy carries a large bag that if you tried to steal would be very noticable, and we've already had this discussion...

OOC: I think he's british. He uses spellings like "armour" rather than "armor" that would put him in Greenwhich Mean Time, I think.

(OOC: He wouldn't have to steal the bag. Just some of the stuff in it. He has sticky fingers. And we might as well have some fun while we wait for SS.)

ooc: Well depends on whats' missing. Their weapons aren't going anywhere. they'd notice that and start killing indescrimanately to get them back. And they go commando in their armor. so no way your taking that off. but everything else is fair game.

(OOC: I'll just say that I took money from everyone, and Jad, I took your guy's whiskey, I took Celes's shurikens, and I took random stuff from other people. Have fun with it.)

Johan looked around. <This is dull...> He reached into his pocket to get a snack. "What the?" he exclaimed as he found an empty pocket. <The king better provide food... It's the least he can do...>