He shakes the dwarf's hand and tosses him the remainder of the gold as he walks out the door with his quasit sitting on his shoulder. He turns to the dwarf and gives him a peculiar grin as he flies out into the distance and looks towards the shop.
"Think about hitting my pet will he?" He draws a pentagram into the sand as shapes his hands into a transfixed figure, chanting a dark incantation. He watches and grins as skeletons and other undead raise from the ground and start to storm the shop. He laughs as he hears the dwarf cursing at them, trying to strike them with his blugeon weapon.
"You have my gold, so now I'll be off. Happy trails blacksmith." He waves and disappears into the desert sands with his quasit at his side.
[ 05-04-2003, 01:22 AM: Message edited by: Gangrell ]
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