Mimic Rogue: Hmmm… I wanna pick the Satyr’s pockets.

DM: Okay… Go ahead and roll.

Mimic Rogue: *Rolls natural 20* Well, what exactly does he have?

DM: *Sigh* He has a gun, 228 gold, 7 empty vials, 2 vials of acid, 2 bottles of Alchemist’s Fire, the flute he’s currently playing-

Mimic Rogue: I take everything except the gun.

DM: *Scoffs* …Even the flute-?

Mimic Rogue: *Cutting him off* I know what I’m about. Yes. The flute. *Smiles proudly in silence*

DM: *Shaking his head* As he’s playing the flute, all of his items except for his gun, including his armor, vanish in thin air… [Cont.]