[ the massive man who had been in the process of dragging Abel bodily away halts as the woman lifts her hand, watching Dokja with curiosity. look, this is kind of juicy and entertaining?? she'll allow it,

and the priest-- whose eyes are already alight and blurry with tears-- sniffs snottily as he clutches at his manhandler, staring in a mixture of hope and betrayal at his dear, dear friend. his dear friend who is bargaining with his soul. ...liver. whatever, ]

--Are you kidding me?! T-trying to swindle at a time like this?! DOKJAAA, if I die, I swear on all that is good and HOLY in these lands I will--

[ the man tightens his grip on Abel's shoulder and he squeaks, ]

...What, alright, what?! Name your price, you miscreant!! What is my life worth to you, hm?! HM?!