Grift & Dusthart
Grift Grift
Dusthart Dusthart
Grift Grift
Dusthart, I’ve been chewing on a rumor about a city that traded its soul for a single coin—sounds like the kind of deal you’d get into with your kind of luck, right?
Dusthart Dusthart
A city selling its soul for a coin… that’s the sort of bargain you hear from drunk poets, not from any sane trader. If you’re going to take it, at least bring a mirror to see what’s being lost.
Grift Grift
You got me. A mirror shows you what you already know, but I’m here to see what they’re willing to trade away, coin or curse. Bring the money, I’ll handle the rest.
Dusthart Dusthart
I don’t deal in soul‑bargains, and I’ve got a full head of regrets to pay for a coin. If you’re serious, bring a ledger and a curse‑proof ledger. Otherwise, I’ll just watch you burn the city like a campfire.
Grift Grift
Sounds like you’re already paying the price, so why not make it a bargain? Bring the ledger, and I’ll flip the coin to your advantage. If not, I’ll just turn the city’s skyline into a fireworks show.
Dusthart Dusthart
I prefer my scars to fireworks. If you’re going to set a city ablaze, at least bring a good story to remember it by.
Grift Grift
You want a story? I’ll give you a headline: “City’s lost soul sells itself for a shiny coin, nobody knows who bought it.” You’ll remember it—no fireworks, just a headline that sticks.