"Ey, Boss, didn't the guy who payed us tell us we could keep it?" Smalls thought aloud. "Now that I think about it, that's kind of weird."

"It's cause they isn't smart like us," Biggy said. "We would'a been able to pawn it off, I bet. If, of course, we's still got it back by the end of this."

"I doubt anyone would want to buy it." You said, speaking like you knew much on the subject. "Considering what it actually is."

"Whacha talkin' about now?" Biggy squinted at you. "We already know it boosts magic. Are you tryin' to fuck with us again?"

"I wish that was all there was to it." You replied. "But this item is far too dangerous to keep being used."

"You just wanna have it for yourself to get stronger." Biggy accused. "Or you just wanna sell it."

"I'm a Savant. I don't need any energy or magic boosters when Lunacy Savantae is just as good if not better as a replacement." You reasoned. "And I could make a way better version of this. One that doesn't make the caster die after a certain number of spells are cast."

"Doesn't stop the fact you're just sayin' this 'cause- hold up, what was that last part?" Boss did a double-take. You got the attention of the other two members of the gang.

"He's just bullshitting us again." Biggy said, uncertain. "Right?"

"Let's just hear 'im out." Said Smalls to his two companions. "If he's full of shit, then we'll be able to tell he's full of shit like we done before. But if this is another warning, like the Garden of Death-"

"Yeah, yeah," The Boss looks done with everything, "Just get on with it. We's still gotta go our job, so we don't have all day."

Cattleya gave another warning hiss at his disrespect, and you calmed her down with a gentle touch to her arm.

You turn back to the Drag On Gang, and proceed to explain how this item, though with the appearance of a wand from the Centrian Academy and doing nothing other than some innocent power-boosting, was in fact just a time bomb that would end up killing at least one of them.

"Well, fuck." Boss said.

"Basically, you guys got played." You concluded.

"Bullshit." Said Biggy, still in denial. "You just want the artifact!"

"Didn't we just go over this?" You stifled a sigh. "No, I do not need it. I don't even want it." You said with force and certitude. The three men in front of you, natural followers that they were, became convinced by your conviction.

"Those fuckin' bastards..." Boss muttered. "I knew they were gonna pull this sort of shit."

"Then why did we take the job-" Smalls was about to ask, but was interrupted by a "Shut it!" from Boss.

"Hey, um, Master? Why would they even accept that type of shady deal?" Mel asked, but more to you than the Drag On Gang.

"It would give good connections while making easy money." You said to her. "Though I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt here."

"Damn right we did it for the bread!" Boss admitted brazenly. "Centria ain't good for anyone other than greedy merchant asshats or prissy nobles!"