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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."

"Guess the wizard doesn't bluff. Werner, maybe wait until we're out of the house to do what you're gonna do."

"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."

Wrecker shakes his head. "Expect me at the temple soon." He lifts his hammer from the table and wanders off to find his companions from yesterday.

"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...

Thumping his huge hammer onto the floor next to the table, Wrecker sits. "What would you wish of me?"

Wrecker lumbers down the stairs. "One named Savra wished to meet me?" he pronounces as he reaches the ground floor of the tavern.

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.

"Which way then?"

Wrecker growls as he is once again caught too far from combat to contribute. "Yeah, adventure."

Wrecker hefts his huge maul onto his shoulder, ducks, and begins following the group.

"It appears someone is here. I can carry the Noble if they're hostile. We may need to prepare for a fighting retreat. Ready to go, all?"

"Good news: Wah here to rescue you." Wrecker sets down his hammer and begins helping Ranaer up. "Bad news: you're gonna stay with us for now."

"Are yah Floon?" Wrecker towers over the man, not putting his hammer away yet.

Wrecker heads into the room, pulling back the tarp to see what lies beneath.

Wrecker lumbers over, wrapping a piece of cloth over his wound. "Mind if I'm first in?"

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.