Percy stared down at his friend, Animus now pointed away, finger off the trigger. "The others will forgive you, Scanlan Shorthalt. They believe in redemption. I believe in payment."

He bent, pried the earring from Scanlan's ear and pocketed it, then started to rifle through the rest of Scanlan's clothes. "You threw a tantrum and abandoned the party. You left it leaderless and crippled. After everything this party has done for you, the blood it shed for you, you walked away." He found the flat rectangle of plastic that allowed one entry into his room and took that as well.

Percy stepped back and holstered his gun. "Crawl back."