"You're lucky my friend here's in the mood for charity, berk. Take the money and rattle your bonebox somewhere else. That is, if you want to keep it."

Huron pulls his favorite psychological tactic once more, shifting his wings to reveal that his "cloak" is alive, and baring the hilt of his frost longsword to the man's eye.

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