[Nurumaiel]

Dinodas sat close to the fire, shivering, and every so often glancing at Robin, who was digging through the different treasures. He crawled over to her and whispered in her ear, "Don't take anything."

She started and turned to see who had spoken to her, glaring when she realized who it was. "Dinodas Green!" she cried. "Well, I won't! I'm just looking. Now you can leave me alone."

"That's what you think," said Dinodas, settling himself down next to her. "But what I think is that you'd take what you could if no one were watching you."

Robin sat back and thought for a minute, and then said, "Maybe I would if these belonged to the living, but I would never steal from the dead."

"Disrespectful to steal from the dead, but bad to steal from the living, who will actually care if one of their treasures is taken," said Dinodas wisely.

Robin rolled her eyes. "Well, think about it, Dindoas," she said. "If these swords and such belonged to the living, we'd need them more than they, wouldn't we?"

"We have our own weapons."

"These are better than our own. We'd need them more than they would," Robin persisted.

Standing up and moving back to the fire, Dinodas said over his shoulder, "It's still wrong, whether you steal from the living or the dead." Sitting next to Hal, he gave a friendly grin to the lad and tried desperately to warm himself.

Robin did not follow him, but she did not touch the treasures for the rest of their stay.