“He killed me, poison, and it’s only now that he learned of my gold horde he wants to speak to me.”

Speaks-With-Skulls looked up from the ritual ossipathy altar, his hands still splayed across the white bone. “I’ve made a connection.”

“Lead him to destruction, and I’ll tell you where the gold is as a reward.”

The customer shifted nervously, one foot to the other and back. “Does…does my father say anything about having something to tell me?”

“There’s a sinkhole near the cave that you can trick him into. It wouldn’t be murder.”

“Oh yes,” Speaks-With-Skulls said, evenly. “This one’s very receptive to ossipathy.”

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