“Eye of Thr’r’r’rn. No doubt about it.,” Lucio tossed it carelessly to Lanay, “I wouldn’t be seen in any respectable circles with this thing.”
She gave it a disdainful once-over, “I used to have one of these when I first started out,” she passed it, in turn, to Dire Fox, “Mine was smaller though.”
The Halfing continued rubbing the back of his head with one hand while balancing The Eye with the other, “Wow,” his tone was almost reverent, “This thing is almost valuable because of how uniquely worthless it is. This is the sort of thing you mug someone to make them take.”
He put it back on the pedestal without thinking, dodging a poison dart as he did so, “So did we find anything that might tell us about this “Ghost’? Or did we just waste a week?”
Lanay sighed wearily, “Ugh, waste. Let’s split up the equipment we found, give those villagers their stupid money back, and never speak to one another again.”
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