"Remi was taking inventory in the hold for the third time that day – never hurt to be ultra-careful with the loot, he always said – when a loud crash sounded from the floor right above him. Upon hearing raised indistinct voices and another crash, he quickly stowed away his notepad and ran out. Bursting through the door upstairs, he called out," "Hey, what's going on here?" "The smile on his face promised trouble for whomever had caused the commotion." "Speak up now, I'd hate to ask twice."