[Well, hello. Pleased, even if it's not the ridiculous stash of antiques and jewels he was imagining, Therion helps himself to some--but not all--of the money, and to the candy, too. He may not be a starving waif anymore, but old habits die hoard. I mean, hard.
After resetting everything just as he found it, he shoots a quick glance towards the door to ensure he's clear to keep snooping. No mother-lode yet, after all.]
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After resetting everything just as he found it, he shoots a quick glance towards the door to ensure he's clear to keep snooping. No mother-lode yet, after all.]