One last scope should do it.
Slowly, the niffler sneaked back into the East Field area. He paused in between a couple tents while his beady eyes searched around, whiskers twitching as he tried to sniff out more metal and any nearby people. That's when a little glint from a rock caught his eye.
GOLD. Slowly, the niffler started to slink his way over to the rock, keeping a wary eye out for people.
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