As your party nervously examines the area around you for signs of another assassin, the mechanoid menace reveals another method of public disturbance. He strips the dead assassin nearest him naked, pocketing all of her earthly belongings. As the assassin died face down, it was rather difficult to determine her particular looks. However, she had an amazing personality. Like, top notch, win over even the staunchest guy, blossoming and outgoing, massively attractive personality. The kind of personality that no doubt had her going to bed at night hoping that she didn't smoother herself with her personality. And her attitude... plump, tight, and curvaceous. Shame she died... she was a blessing to both her village, and the world. She they will be missed

Hmm...  she looks pretty normal... no comparison to some of my chicks, but not bad... maybe it's just the ears and teeth thing... I think. Mithanos then makes his way to the other dead assassin and, through whatever method is best suited for this, pulls the assassin's pants front up to answer a question bugging him since he met these people.

Mithanos humbly bows his head. "He was a credit to his race. His charisma will certainly be missed," he mumbles out rapidly and looks away, a slight blush on his cheeks.

*Rahn pulls out cloth and wipes blood off blade* So.... I accidentally overheard your conversation with the Alphas, and I was wondering if you guys need a extra slippery hand.

Falchion, lacking any concept of shame, looks at the half-elf with wonder.

"I did not think such behavior was considered acceptable among cultured societies. In review, we were just attacked by two members of the same race that sent us up here. I say we move on, before more of them arrive. The mystery of the Elundari Assassins after we break the curse."

Turning to the second new random wanderor in the past 24 hours, Falchion shakes his metal head.

"Sure. Why not? At this rate we are going to have more strays than the number of people we had when we started this damn trip. You, and you too healer. You both get half of a share. Whatever we find, you two split what would have been Vex's share. Until you prove to me I can trust you."

Falchion turns around, pulls out a sunrod, and marches into the temple.

silence emenates from the scarecrow. There's a flicker in the Jack-o-lantern and a rustle of straw as he matches after Falchion.

*Vahna notices the withering dwarf* Does that thing still get a share of the loot?

Falchion stops and abruptly turns around.
"Know what! Fine! Five people were hired for this job. We now have six. I was attempting to keep the pay rate equal for the people actually hired for this expedition, but your right, you, some random guy who just shows up, you really deserve a full amount of pay."

Falchion clicks a gear to call the dwarf to him as one with a tongue would summon a dog. He then places his hand down gently on the dwarf's shoulder, and slides his falchion down through the dwarf's neck into his body. The angry metal abomination uses the dwarf's beard as a rag to clean the blood off his blade.

"Now, if we are all happy, I would like to continue."

The metal giant sheaths his blade, grabs the equipment off the dead body, and heads forth.

"You crazy sonnova..." Mithanos mutters before shaking his head and kneeling down next to the dying (dead?) dwarf. "Hmm... Can I have his stuff?" he asks the metal murdering machine. "And his beard?" Mithanos brandishes his dagger and carves a nice R.I.P. in the dwarf's forehead. For added farewell, he claps the dwarf on the chest and says, "Sorry, mate... If I knew missing your head would have been this... unpleasant, I'd have just pissed in your face to begin with..."

Nil looked coolly toward the stranger.  "The more the merrier--that is, if the chil--I mean--our leader has no objections.  Thank you for your help."

He stared silently at the child as he shamelessly inspected the wolf's loins.  "Did you really just...ugh..."  He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with one hand while fidgeting the thumb and pointer finger of his other hand.  He stepped forward a few steps and then stopped, muttering indistinctly to himself, "These people are really my hope of leaving this godforsaken place...?  I suppose I'll just have to--"

Opening his eyes mid-sentence, he had the misfortune of observing large mechanized...thing slay one of the companions, one of whom he hadn't particularly even noticed until that very moment.  Taking care not to soil his shoes in the blood that would inevitably begin pooling around the body, he took a few steps forward again, passing the group and heading further into the temple at an increased pace.  He wanted to be done with this as soon as possible.  These people, to him, were, for lack of better adjective, insane.