Oliver then glanced over at Yefrit's unconscious body as he mumbled, "Guess what's left now is the big boy." Oliver then took slow steps towards him and began his little looting process. His nifty hands seemed like they already knew the location of every pocket in his robes, pulling out all sorts of stuff, from magic stones to magic lamps and other things. "This guy is weird. It's like all the pockets in his robe are similar to those magic bags. They seem to be able to carry more than they actually show."
Oliver finally pulled out a necklace of some sort of blue orb wrapped around golden chains that seemed to have runic letters on them. "This seems old. Must be some sort of memento that belonged to a family member or something," Oliver remarked. He then closed his eyes and smiled as he said, "Well, it doesn't matter. Now that I've seen it, I'll be taking it."
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