𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗜𝗡-𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗥.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ TOLL-CLAIMER. DEBT-TAKER. WARPSTONE COUNTER OF CLAN RICTUS. 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗜𝗡-𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗥.

𝙒𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙂𝙀.

— ❝ . . . lizards .ᐣ here .ᐣ ❞

— ❝ WATCH IT ..ᐟ RAKI ARE NEARBY , IF NOT THEN I'M AN ELF . ❞

...an egg? Her eyes flicker, and there is the brief smell of o—zone. Oh. A chicken egg. A chicken egg! The dockets she'd get for such a thing! "Wonderful doing business with you!" She takes the egg without delay. "If you find any more eggs, bring them to me."

⠀if ⠀they ⠀want ⠀a ⠀witchˏ ⠀i ⠀will ⠀give ⠀them ⠀a ⠀witch.

Well, at least he makes more sense than the Zealot. At least there's that. "I will," her lungs hurt ( bad ), "pay the toll." She pats around her coat for something. Errrrr... a spent casing of a Laspistol, perhaps. She plucks it out, and holds it between her finger and thumb.

"Hey!" She thinks about just standing there...but — ah. Kark it. Quick on her feet, she's hasty to follow. But he's so fast. And her lungs are so full of smoke. 💔 "Skaven! Skaven, yes?"

Rat jumpscare. What's with all the rats these days?! He's like some sort of foul—smelling tooth fairy. Katrina just....drops the teeth on the floor with a blank stare. She doesn't even question it anymore. "I assume you know the Claw?"

She looks at him quizzically, as if he's asked a bizarre question. "Safekeeping."

— Throt the Unclean made-birthed another stupid-foolish thing! Mh! Mh! Blast-blast it!

HA-HAHA. Daemon-thing said short-small, amusing to the Tollmaster.