Seeing that everyone appears to be leaving, Wrecker looks to the ghost. "It was nice to meet you. We should sit and talk numbers on a tavern soon, but for now the second level awaits."
"I'm in." Wrecker rolls his shoulders. "These Force Gray guys make a lot of money, right? I have a need for a large amount of gold, and doing this seems to be the first step in collecting it."
"Name's Wrecker. Err, that's my working name." Wrecker shuffles his feet slightly, then clears his throat. "I'd prefer if you mighty, recruiting types use that one."
"I am. As to my interest? I am not really one for Good or Evil. It is those who act for the Self, and those who act for the Collective. I want to learn more of your philosophy. Where your lines of 'Good' and 'Evil' lie. That will have to come later, however, as I have a haunted mansion to...
Wrecker sighed. Those dragons would have gone a long way in starting to improve his parents' life. On the other hand, a mansion could really get his new adventuring reputation off the ground, and increase his ability to earn dragons in the long run. "I'll be upstairs should anyone need me."
Wrecker moves to the chest, lifting the thing up. "I'll carry it. It isn't even that heavy." He looks round the room one last time. "Are we getting out of here?"
Wrecker stands watch over the bodies of his allies. Upon hearing the sounds of movement, he sweeps up his massive hammer, readying it against intruders.
Seeing his erstwhile teammates spring into action, Wrecker raises his hammer and bellows, charging into the warehouse. In his haste, he neglects to defend himself, and the kenku gives him a nasty slash on his shoulder.