Paladin's eyebrows almost reach his hairline when Nivek talks about enchantments! In the light of day, a well-rested Paladin will closely look at the silver amulet; gold ring with murky brown gemstone; 6 carved wooden statues, each with a single gem; and the silver service. Having had more than a passing acquaintance with pawning dropped, lost, and otherwise acquired items, he turns his appraising eye over the items. What do I think this is worth? he murmurs as he gently pokes and prods things with a stick.
The presence of the enchanted stuff makes dividing up the loot more of a challenge, Paladin says. There are 6 of us (me, Karl, Nivek, Hiker, Tannen, and Doughbert) plus Mandross, but only 3 enchanted thingamabobs. I totally agree with the dwarf that one of you tall folk is best suited to the armor, but I could wield the sword with two hands. And the ring! Paladin's eyes glow. It is precious, yessssss. Paladin gives himself a little shake.
Where was I? Right, money. We all got together for money. We might stay together to settle those goblins or pay back Barney for all his hard work. But then again, we might not. I don't think we should plan on exchanging promises or debts or IOUs or tattoos or any of those things, Paladin says. None of this, "You take this one and I'll take the next one stuff." I might be dead before the next one is found, and I could be drinking and getting my feet rubbed in the meantime with a bigger share of the treasure!
I say we divide the treasure up fair and square and let those who want the enchanted items take smaller shares of stuff. While I had this great wish for a huge party, now I think its better to divide everything 10 ways and then count each of the 3 magic items individually. That will make 13 shares. Each of the original six get 2 shares each; One share for Mandross. So you can get a magic item and 1 share of cash, 2 shares of cash, or 2 magic items. Not that anyone will take 2 magic items, but you understand my point, says Paladin. Once I have a better sense of the value of the goods, I can tell whether they are so valuable they need to be sold because they can't be a share, or if they can just be balanced with gold. I'd like a nice set of silver service for my table. Of course, I'd like a table too. And a place to put the table. Maybe the silver service isn't such a good idea.
Paladin eyes Doughbert. I guess we'll have to do it in town after we sell off the dead's weapons, he says. That will make some of us happier than leaving it here.
Paladin pulls a scone out of his pocket, gets up on his short-reined horse, and thinks of the Chubb sisters.