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Uri rested on a section of collapsed wall, staring at the half collapsed manors and homes of the wealthiest in all of Bardusk. Of course this was the section receiving the most attention from the remaining guard, patrolling the homes and watching for looters, only a bare few helping those in actual need. Sure it made taking whatever he wanted from the downtrodden and the laborers trivial, but they rarely had much worth taking. Uri had already decided against such a venture, the risks far outweighed the rewards at the moment. He rested because he was sore all over. After the adrenaline and endorphins caused by his newest acquisitions, and whatever he might have been given while unconscious, wore off, he became more and more aware that his body was one massive bruise. Every move now elicited an exhalation of pained breath. He reached very slowly into his shirt and pulled out a battered and dented metal flask. He shook it a bit, the distinct sound of liquid inside. With a smile the dwarf unscrewed the cap and brought the flask to his lips and took several large swigs, draining the thing dry. Without even pulling the flask away from his mouth, Uri took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, his hand carrying the flask away as he did so.

Uri's eyes scanned his surroundings as he waited for his home brewed pain medication to kick in. He had been unconscious long enough that other looters had cleaned out most of the city. The more heavily guarded homes of the wealthy were the only thing that might still be worth perusing. A small smile began to creep across Uri's beard, a little liquid courage emboldening him. It started to seem more and more like a good idea. As the stiffness fled his muscles, Uri slowly lifted himself up and slid off the rubble and onto the ground, the soft thud of his landing followed by a sharp intake of breath at the sudden pain. With only a small grumble of a few foul words, Uri began to make his way up the road to the larger abodes.