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Kvaloth grimaced a little at the sound of worry in Rhys' voice at the mention of the relics he contained.

"Actually Rhys," Kvaloth said as a dull glimmer can be seen in the distance meaning his gold stash was just ahead. Well, at least he could see it. Kvaloth wasn't sure if Rhys could see it. He stopped and let Rhys catch up. "I am a lot more worried about what you're reaction will be when you see it. And possibly other humans' reactions as well."

Kvaloth then looked at Rhys.

"You see, most of my brethern stole from kings, queens, wizards, monasteries, etc. and they came inot my possession upon their death when I went to 'acquire' their gold before the humans that killed them could get their hands on it," Kvaloth contined. He never bothered to tell Rhys exactly how he knew when his brethern would be killed by humans. "Obviously, most of the times I caught the humans off guard and killed them when they made to attack me, but otherwise, I never touched any humans. Unlike my brethern."