A/N: Yeah, it's been awhile. Have something that anyone who plays RPGs like I do has experienced at some point. If it isn't nailed down or counts towards my inventory weight, it is mine regardless of what it may be.
Chapter 3
Jasper was rather fond of the Sanctuary. Warm, safe from any potential threats, and always having exactly what he needed at any given moment, it had become as familiar to him as Bowerstone Castle. The king often popped in, sometimes on business and needing a Cullis Gate to travel to another part of the world, but sometimes he came in to open gifts and deposit ridiculous amounts of treasure into the Sanctuary's vault. Jasper couldn't help but wonder if the king wasn't overdoing it at times. He never brought up his concerns, for the Hero was as noble as his father before him, though it seemed he inherited Sparrow's biggest failing. Loot lust.
Jasper was no longer unaccustomed to seeing random objects pop up in the Sanctuary vault and he thought he'd seen everything when a flaming contraceptive, an extremely delicious-smelling meat pie, and a devilish celery were suddenly summoned into the vault. But then the king returned from a journey through Millfields, and Jasper had realized he hadn't in fact seen the extent of his majesty's loot lust.
The old man stared up at the towering mass that reached the vault ceiling and sighed, only one question coming to mind. "Why?"
The tower of cabinets, bookcases, wardrobes, and bedside tables creaked ominously.
Jasper backed out of the vault, closed the door behind him, and went off to find himself something strong to drink. Port was good, but he preferred rum. Rum was good.
He was going to need it for whatever the king decided to hoard next.
"The bloody hell does he need all of that furniture for? He lives in a castle. He has servants if he's feeling a change of decorations."
A/N: I'm this bad in every RPG. Fable, Dragon Age, Final Fantasy, Elder Scrolls, it doesn't matter. I will loot everything that isn't glued down.
