After all this, I've yet to be smote.

That muscleman tells me it's worth no less than twenty holy coins.

I don't think it'll be that bad of a punishment.

These never go for less than 400,000 eris. Wow! And the consolation prize will be...

I don't have time for this nonsense. I've got a home to keep and children to feed. Now let me out of here!

Pff, all rubbish.

If they gave me a stripe for every piece o' tripe I hear…

Bollocks, mostly. But sometimes they'll say somethin' interestin'.

What a steamin' load of shit. Let's go.

Time to shutter-up this rinky-dink operation.

God, how mundane. No idea. Scads 'n' scads of scratch. You happy?

Sure it is. You don't look like someone gets caught up in bullshit. But... I can't. Seriously. Sorry.

Uh-huh. Y'know, for us mere mortals, the mundane matters. Sometimes means the difference between life and death.