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Francis takes Mortimer by the elbow and leads him away from the Line of Judgement.
"We need to stop meeting like this, Mortimer"
"Well, I keep dying" Mortimer said sheepishly
"So I've seen" Francis flexed his shoulders, showing off his newly gained finery. "I've gained a lot of assets on this plane recently. What do you need, in order to do this a bit more successfully?"
"Uhmmmm," Mortimers brow crinkled in concentration "what can you give me?"
"How about a regiment of troops? I'm sure you can find a use for them"
"Hobgoblins? Hobgoblins are good!" Mortimers eyes lit up
"Hobgoblins are good" Francis agreed. "Tabitha seems to be settling in well. I'm sure she could make something out of them"
Mortimer grinned for a moment, before suddenly remembering something
"Oh! I have something you might be interested in"
"Yes?" Francis raised an eyebrow
"A powerful unholy sword, taken from an anti-paladin I killed"
"Yes, I saw that. You do me proud. To be honest, there isn't much of a market for one of those. If you sold it with the shield though, I might be able to find someone"
"Oh" Mortimer looked a bit crestfallen
"They're a matched set." Francis shrugged slightly. "People would be interested in relics of this pedigree. The paladins essence still clings to them, you see. If you're intent on selling them, let me give you some money for them and I'll go find a buyer"
Mortimers brow crinkles again "I'll have to talk to the party about it. I'm not sure the dwarf would be interested in letting go of that shield"
"Yes, that dwarf" Francis sighed "Well, let me know. I presume your comrades are going to bring you back?"
"Yea, I think so"
"Good. You can do this the old fashioned way this time then. I'll talk to you soon, 'Lawbringer'"
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