Match your pulse with the rhythm of combat, and you'll dominate any fight.
"Got everything?" Vol asked, as he watched Harland and Borne overturn some baskets in the corner of the room, shaking them for more artefacts. Nothing interesting fell out, only a hammer and a bundle of clothes.
"Bounty is rich. All gone, I thinks," Borne said.
Harland nodded in agreement. He lifted a heavy sack with a single arm, and sported a grin on his sweaty face. "A mighty, mighty haul," he declared. "We're rich men! Rich!"
All of them had a bag just as weighty as his. The precious artefacts clattered against each other as they all raised their sacks to test the weight. Indeed, there was a good amount of loot there. Far better than any of them could have hoped, far, far better.