"Well," Trik muses in response to Baleon's question. "One throne represents Asmodeus, the other Mitra. But their guises are meant to mislead - the one you think is Mitra is actually Asmodeus and the one you think is Asmodeus is actually Mitra. And, we're here to recover artifacts sacred to both gods. The Asmodean one as a bargaining chip with your mother, and the Mitran one for that half elf noble, so..." Trik scratches his chin in thought. "I'd say, both thrones?"Baleon scowls but does not bother replying as he bends down to examine the thrones. It takes him some time, but he eventually finds a cleverly concealed drawer in the base of each throne. Further inspection reveals no discernible traps or mechanisms. Taking a deep breath he slides them open. And is surprised when when he is not suffocated by poison gas, disfigured by a jet of acid, or outright incinerated by a magical glyph. Not for the first time this evening he wonders at these surface dwellers' inability to build a properly trapped treasure vault. Not that he was complaining mind you.
A single item lies inside each drawer. Inside the throne of Mitra, sitting upon crushed midnight blue velvet is a silver rod with a crook at one end. Inside the throne of Asmodeus, nestled amongst blood red velvet, lies an ornately articulated metal gauntlet.
Before Baleon can admire his discovery further, a gravelly voice from the far end of the vault breaks his concentration.
"Step away from the artifacts, defilers!"
Flanked by two heavily armed city watchmen with crossbows levelled stands an grizzled old aristocrat. Upon his tabard is blazoned the sign of the inquisition.
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Baleon places the artifacts within his bag and turns, facing the three new comers. Slowly, Baleon guages each one's height, weight and distinguishing features as he backs away through the small space between the thrones. A sardonic grin begins to curl at the corner of his lips as he steps behind the Throne to his left, leaving the one to his right open and closest to Trik. Letting the acoustics of the chamber do most of the work for him, Baleon speaks, fluctuating his speech pattern, causing his voice to resonate and almost echo.
"If you want them, old man...come and claim them."
(OOC: I tried to find out if there was any rules on Disguise or Stealth to throw your voice, but I'm only doing this as an aesthetic effect; I'm not expecting anything special to happen, I just thoguht it would be cool.)
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