The Phonse

Alphonse looks up from his plate for a moment, "Opening a big safe hardly seems worth our time... I assume that it is in some abandoned castle on top of a hill seething with undead. The Vault itself being trapped and probably empty, for we will find out our treasure is in another castle...", he rollls his eyes, as if he were silently agreeing with himself. "How much will we be payed for this?". Alphonse returns to his meal, stuffing a handful of biscuits into his backpack.