Zerdu Aragr was grinning widely to himself. He had found out that a rich merchant was leaving town for weeks, meaning he had found a literal goldmine. For being so rich, he had awfully little security on his home though. A guard at the front door, locked windows and few other entrances. Yet getting in through one of the windows without getting much attention hadn't been hard for him, especially not in the dark of night. Zerdu was picking through a large jewelry box, taking whatever his pockets could carry. The tall, green Lizardkin started climbing down from the second floor window, happy about the loot of the night.