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[betterhavemammoney]

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[Someone's been having fun. The camera, unsteady at first as Mammon fumbles with it, tilts down to reveal the fruits of his day's labor spread out over his bed: he's combed through the vacated cabins and grabbed every personal item he can find. An unsurprising amount of it is clothes, but there's other stuff too: knives of several varieties, a typewriter with a stack of paper, nail varnish, knitting needles shoved into a skein of wool yarn, a shotgun, someone's notebook, what looks like a metal lacrosse set, and a truly giant fur cloak. Mammon's resting his head against this last one as he lounges on the floor, smiling like a cat who just stepped out of an aviary.]

Check out what I found! See anything ya like? [He takes a second to luxuriate in his haul, allowing the camera to linger on it.]

If ya do, I take cash. Don't have any cash? I might be willin' to trade if you got something worthwhile.

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[ancestor]

[ She shoots him an unimpressed look from beneath her mask. Her answer comes as she lifts a hand and snaps her fingers, causing four small gold ingots to materialize from the air in front of him. They hover for a half second before tumbling to his feet. ]

[betterhavemammoney]

[As if Mammon would ever let gold slip through his fingers! He immediately grabs the ingots out of the air and brings them close to his face, examining them closely.

The Avatar of Greed knows gold. He knows it's genuine even before he rubs the ingots against his cheek like a contented cat, eyes closed and smiling wide.] Awwww yeah, that's what I like to see. Did you miss me? I missed you...

[Having been reunited with his true love, Mammon pulls the cloak off with a flourish and offers it to her.] Here you go! Come back if ya think of anythin' else you want, okay?

[ancestor]

[ That is an admittedly discomfiting sight. Azem is reluctant to get nearer to the strange man, but she wants her cloak and so sucks it up. She increases her height as she crosses the distance between them, stopping when she reaches a size that will allow her to carry the cloak without it dragging across the floor.

Once she has the item in her grasp she holds it at a distance, as though it's been dirtied. She'll make sure to give it a thorough cleaning prior to using it herself. ]

There is nothing else I want. Thank you.

Enjoy your currency.

[ And she'll just... teleport away in a quick swirl of golden light. ]