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TREASURE 3: LOWER DISTRICT
Majister gave Jair all the space he would need, Darla and Krull coming along to stand behind him and the three of them watching as Jair--as trivially as Majister had surmised--tore into the planks of the pulpit platform. Sent them flying with the ease of a man searching through a chest for some small item or another, tossing everything not fitting the description of the item in question over his shoulder with effortless due course in the matter.
Oh. And speaking of chests.
Majister's eyes--not to mention Darla and Krull's as well--tracked the ascent of the strongbox as Jair lifted it up to the full towering height of his upwardly stretched arms and swung it down onto the hard floor with a massive WHOOOOOMP, the impact reverberating in the core of his rib cage and rattling his teeth and clapping against both his ears and echoing for a moment inside the Church's Nave.
The stained marble of the floor cracked, and the strongbox simply fell apart in the wake of the slam. And a whole array of treasures spilled out: gold coins to gemstones to ornate goblets and silverware and some finely made weapons and piece of armor here and there, among some other notables in the glimmering pile freed from the confines of the strongbox. It was hard to say whether the goblins themselves had collected the stash or if the stash had been placed there long before the goblins had even taken up residence by some other group of (likely) long-dead adventurers or pirates or, perhaps, kindred raiders and plunderers of a bygone time.
But one thing was for certain.
As Majister sauntered forward toward the scattered pile of strewn about treasures, his hands folded regally behind his back and his smirk one of utter satisfaction, he laid eyes on it.
The Bammaram.
"And here...we have it." He bent down, picked up the artifact with both hands, and stood straight again.
He turned to Jair and proclaimed, "My good giant, you've come for fun and profit, and--having had your fun--now you have secured your duly earned profit. Excellent! A gorgeous venture for you and for I!"
Darla coughed in that particular manner one does when they, irritated by something, not-so-subtly prompt for attention.
"And yes, you too, Darla. After Jair takes what he deems to be his share of the treasure. Why, you did a fine job, my fair lady, in drawing the ire of those goblins but it did as well require a massive door to crush the lot of them, did it not? But of course!"
Darla huffed. "Al-right."
"Maybe I'll have enough for a replacement helm," Krull said.
Majister gestured with a sweep of his hand over the scattered treasures spilled from the strongbox. "At your leisure, Jair. At your leisure."
Jair