Geoff: Y’r built like a labrador fucked a boulder, but there’s three of us, and you–don’t have a knife.
the plane of Caden, later
Gahncai: I know it’s late. Is the metallurgist in?
Metallurgist: For you, traveler? I’m always in. Put it on the table.
Gahncai: Okay, but the bag isn’t for sale.
Metallurgist: Of course. Hitlaew est
Metallurgist: The coins are gold-plated. Copper mixed with something very unusual. Fascinating. 15,000 skorvans.
Metallurgist: *sigh* The knife is worthless, but I’ll pay you 5 skorvans to throw it in the trash right now and wipe the blood off my table.