[Buggy is actually stunned into silence at first, and that takes a lot of doing. He didn't know what to expect, he was honestly a little more concerned about Rosinante and the bleeding, doesn't the poor bastard have enough in the way of wounds? But they needed to get out, and this is one hell of a way to do it.] Shit...
[He peers into the room nervously, with an air of excitement. This does not seem safe but it also reeks of treasure. The kind of hidden goods that really make a person rich if they get their hands on them. But those flies and skeletons have him wondering if he really wants to go in at all.
He figures he's going to have to, if he wants out. You only live once, or you die in the ruins. And Buggy is way too flashy of a man to have his life end here.] H-hey, whaddaya make of it? That was a flashy show, but look at what's in there. Doesn't look good!
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[He peers into the room nervously, with an air of excitement. This does not seem safe but it also reeks of treasure. The kind of hidden goods that really make a person rich if they get their hands on them. But those flies and skeletons have him wondering if he really wants to go in at all.
He figures he's going to have to, if he wants out. You only live once, or you die in the ruins. And Buggy is way too flashy of a man to have his life end here.] H-hey, whaddaya make of it? That was a flashy show, but look at what's in there. Doesn't look good!