1Lucker
Representative of Purgatory
Davito Aranda
Davito had spent the past several weeks in a constant state of paranoia. Whenever possible, he had stayed on guard near the orb, knowing that it was his last chance. He had felt useless after the confrontation, after hearing how the rest of the crew had secured the treasure without him. At least he would get a cut of the profits. Hopefully. Davito now stood a few feet behind the Captain and the First Mate, determined not to let the orb out of his sight. He didn't hear exactly what they said, but he got the gist when Luisa put the orb into her magic book. He sighed heavily, then walked off to go find a drink.
Davito stood near a gaggle of self-important, wealthy looking attendees. He took a measured sip of his wine, took a breath, then approached them. He introduced himself as a knight and made a bit of small talk, trying to gain a bit of trust. "By the way, I was wondering if anything from the auction list had caught your eye? Maybe something that seems worth a bid or two?" He tried to be subtle about his approach, remembering what the Captain had said about measured words and subtlety. He talked with them for a bit longer, tactfully dropping a hint or two to the orb, then politely excused himself.
I hate mingling with the wealthy, Davito thought, taking another sip of his drink. He looked across the ballroom to see Izzy drag Zahrah around the dance floor, talking to people at every chance they got. He kept his attention scanning the room, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, that he had managed to get in under the guise of it being his symbol of office, even though he wasn't a knight anymore. He did notice Ul, moping in the corner, a look of suspicion and resentment on her face. He was going to walk over to her, but instead saw Zeke's dragon beat him to it. "Even the dragon is more useful than I am," Davito muttered, draining what remained in his glass.