Reynard Avarice

*at the station

*sees a lot of people reporting thefts* Jeeze...

*Carmy sees them all*

Carmy: Whatever you have to say make it quick, we're swamped here.

We have an idea on what's causing people to be like this. The Corrupted Elemental Spirit Greed.

*Carmy nods*

Carmy: I was starting to think this was too big to be a normal spate of robberies.

*Carmy gets out a radio*

Carmy: Penny? Penny? Penny?

*She looks confused*

Carmy: That's weird she usually picks up straight away.

Hmm... interesting... *internally panicking, hoping Greed doesn't find Claire, who is very pregnant at the moment*

*Carmy goes with them*

Carmy: Come on, we'd better find out what's going on.

*nods* We need to find where Greed is hiding.

*Sal's phone goes off*

Sal: Rote?

Rote: Sal someone's stolen my gadgets!

Sally: what?

Dammit... we need to find where the stuff is being taken! Then we might find Greed!

Rote: Every single one- the thief must've known every single one of my hidden compartments!

Van: louis you have any ideas where this guy is hiding

Hmm... with everything that's been stolen, he'll need room to keep it all... and with the ChaosWeavers, it'll have to be someplace dark... a warehouse in a rundown part of town, I think.

let's go check it out

*Sal ponders this*

Sal: You check the warehouse lead, I'll go to Rote's.

Van: right

*heads towards the warehouses*

*Sal flies off toward the garage*

Van: *follows louis*

*As Sal flies in she sees Rote*

Sal: OK I'm here.

Rote: Yeah...so any ideas?

*Sal looks round*

Sal: Well whoever took your stuff is good.

Rote: Is that it?

Sal: I mean there's no prints, no obvious sign of a break in, whoever did this was either
the best thief ever or had access to your garage.

*sees some ChaosWeavers moving in the warehouse area* Greed is definitely here...

*Rote thinks about this*

Rote: Only one other person knows my security codes.

Sal: Penny?

Rote: Yeah...but she couldn't be the thief.

Sal: That's what I need to tell you about...

*moves quietly across the roofs of the warehouses*

Van: i don't like this