It was late, but it wasn't as if the Mortuary ever really closed for business.
So, preparatory to the night's rounds, Ikkit dropped off a rattling bag of bones, an itemized list, and a price listing for Akh Uur Hoon.
Because a deal was a deal.
[Nothing more to add here, and figure that any actual money changing hands is a post-game long-term billing concern
/Scene unless someone who'd be present wants to talk to the Trash Goblin]
Goblin * Factions Are For Idiots * Ranger * Cager * Filthy * Doesn't Like You Very Much
Carries: Weapons (scimitar, shortsword, longbow, armor, a sack of trash, and a grudge.
Sensory Stuff: 90' Darkvision * Passive Perception: 16 * Passive Investigation 15
Theme Song
"Can't eat a future, cutter. Can't sell it neither."
