Murphy urged his adorable little players to hurry up and finish dividing the spoils. Nearly an hour had passed since they stormed the gnoll camp and took Kenport down, and Murphy still hadn't received any reports on how things were going at Scarlet Castle. He urgently needed to return and take charge at the heart of his domain.
But at those words, Happy Stick immediately stepped forward and said sincerely:
"Lord Murphy, our victory was achieved under your wise leadership. So I hope you'll preside over the distribution of the spoils."
Murphy raised an eyebrow.
He immediately understood what Brother Stick was up to.
The game's "development team" hadn't designed a loot-distribution system for dungeons yet. Other dungeons only gave out tokens, and everyone got some, so there was naturally no conflict. But that system wouldn't work for a timed raid like this.
Especially since Kenport, a humanoid enemy, had actually dropped a pile of useful items. In theory, every player who'd taken part in the fight had the right to loot them, but how to divide everything up was a major problem.
This was splitting the spoils.
Get it wrong, and trouble would follow.
So the crafty Brother Stick obviously didn't want to offend anyone. He planned to leave the blame to his noble NPC, figuring that in this 100%-real game, NPCs were as intelligent as living people. Having Lord Murphy oversee the distribution would also keep player dissatisfaction to a minimum.
Murphy snorted inwardly.
You want me to divide it, so I have to?
You want me to take the blame, so I have to?
How are you so clever? I'm a main-story NPC, understand? I have to maintain my perfect image at all times. I can't let the players hold a grudge. Otherwise, one day you little