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Vhale yawns as his gaze shifts back onto you. “Is that right?” He leans forward to study what few features he can see. “That’s a shame.” He leans back as quickly as he shifted forward. “The Old Man’s grown a bit too comfortable claiming what’s ‘his’, it would seem…” A faint grin creeps onto Vhale’s dour face. “But that’s no concern of yours, is it? Anton~”

Look, you begin as you stare Vhale dead in the eyes, you didn’t come here to collect on some deranged ‘finder’s fee’, okay? So he can-

“I insist.” The Durher interjects, barely raising his tone. “I’m well aware that she’s here–your entourage was spotted long before you reached Crystalmelt.” An unnerving crackle comes from his shoulder. “Quite a few of you in your merry little band, aren’t there?”

Vhale leans forward in his seat once more. “But we will collect her. You and your friends will be on the next train out of Umberal by the time she suspects anything. The question is,” His voice hangs on the last word causing it to come out like a hiss, “What. Is. Yourrrr….” The Durher pauses for almost playful effect, “... Price?”

“B-boss…” Rolo mutters under his breath, “T-the Archmage’ll be pissed… a-and he bu-”

“Busted your toy Casino in Crossroads, I’m aware.” Purrs Vhale, his unblinking eyes not leaving yours. “My heart bleeds for you, Rolo… but when this transaction concludes, so too will our… disagreements.”

Your Poker face falters, if only for a moment. Is he seriously trying to bury the hatchet?

“So,” Vhale repeats, “How much is the whore worth, hm?”

What say ye? What is Tzah-Tzie worth?
>You want to know how to kill Trier.
>Bells. More bells than you’ll ever be able to spend.
>You want her to play a concert. With Lutza.
>You want a way back to your home plane.
>You’ll have to think about it.
>Fuck you.
>Fuck you.
>Write-In!