(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

I shook my head, and as much as I didn't want to prod her too much I
needed to know, "Annah, I don't have time for games... what did you find on
my corpse?"
"Well, yeh had some fist irons, yeh did... an' a little bit o' jink, but I left that
for the Dusties so they'd think I was a wee bit honest. Yeh had an ugly ring
that I kept..." She dipped her finger into her arm bracers and pulled forth a
small ring with a stone mounted on it. "Worth thrice-more than the jink an'
the irons, it was." She studied the ring and squinted. "Too bad it's too ugly
tae wear."
"I'd like that ring back."
She studied the ring with a frown, glanced at me, then back at the ring. With
a sneer, she flicked it to me. "Dinnae want the ugly thing anyway, I didn't."
"Thanks. Now when you mentioned that some stuff from my body had gone
into Pharod's 'keeping,' what did you mean?"
She nodded, "Aye. Pharod takes a bit off each corpse we find, he does. It's
his right, being lord o' the Village n' all."
"Off of every corpse you all find? That's a lot of corpses."
"Oh, aye - tae hear tell, ol' stutter-crutch has got a stash pit somewhere
close tae him. It's the only reason I can see why he's set up kip in that filthy,
drafty hall, it is. Nothing but stink and shadows."
"Really? And that's where he puts the tribute he gets?"
"Aye." She squinted at me. "Now what are yeh on about? Yeh plannin' to
bob him?"
I chuckled, "After all that running around to get that sphere for him and
then getting next to nothing in return, I'm tempted to."
"I'm warning yeh against such a thing, I am. Pharod can be daft sometimes,
but he's mean as all fiend spit when he gets worked up." She frowned. "An'
he loves his keepsakes, he does."
"Eh what can that old bag of bones do? Cough at us? Send his thugs?"
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