Moon shuffles in carrying a small leather pouch. Her clothes are stained and torn, the shoes from her feet missing. She has a lopsided smile on her face, despite the bits of flesh that dangle freely from her cheek. "I got 'em Stormy!" she says in her husky voice, the decaying vocal chords no longer functioning as they should. She opens the pouch, spilling an assortment of old coins into her palm. The gold has been buffed to a shine, and the zombie holds one up to the light.
"We have the means now...to travel the world. The Ogre is dead and our troubles are over!"
"We have the means now...to travel the world. The Ogre is dead and our troubles are over!"
"HUZZAH! We shall celebrate your victory in epic fashion!" The dragon's toothy smile dissolves to a grimace as she watches Moon's arm slowly slough from its socket to land with a sickly splat on the floor. "Uh... right after we fix that. Heheh... "
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