"Gah!" The rogue spluttered.
The barbarian set the empty bucket down. "Glad you're awake."
"But, we were at the fair?"
"I carted you off."
The rogue's eyes narrowed. "We were drugged?"
"YOU were. I mistrust wandering traders offering odd-#flavoured sweets for free."
The rogue checked his coin pouch. Empty. His laugh was #hollow. "I #suspect I'm not the first."
"Yeah." The barbarian gently patted his own purse. It was heavier than a few minutes ago.



