“Look, maybe there’s something we can do for you in exchange?” Shyan asks. “We’re real good at running errands.”
Ulxurix ponders. “Errands,” she muses. “Errands.”
“We could deliver something, or pick something up,” Shyan continues, doing her best to goad the wizard.
“We could bite or chew something,” Fassn adds. Abia squints at his teeth and he grins, proud. She taps them with her fingernail.
Shifting his bag to more readily hide the bulging gold bar, Cang says, “Yes! We could bite or chew,” going right along with the absurdity of the statement.
“Well,” Ulxurix says. “I don’t need anything, delivered, picked up, bitten, or chewed.” She taps at her chin with one finger.
“Found? Lost? Broken? Fixed? We’ve got all sorts of skills,” Shyan says.
A malicious glint flashes through Ulxurix’s eyes. “How about ‘killed’?”