"Hello, there!" a Daemon man grins as he cuts our way out of the crowd. "Care to sell it for a fair price?"
He has a silver-threaded suit with jewelry around his fingers and neck. His grin is painted with greed all over it as he looks at the ambergris I'm holding. It makes me sick the longer I look at him.
"No, thanks," I say.
I ignore him as we pass by but another one gets in our way. This time, it's a fat Angelus woman. She's very large and taller than the three of us. All I can see from down here are her four chins.
"I would like to buy that at a fair price," she says, sounding like she's chewing something. The thing she must be chewing is her own tongue. But she's not. That's just how she sounds.
"I'm sorry," I apologize, and as a way to give me a second to synthesize a lie. "that was nothing valuable. It was just a regular rock."
I feel dozens of grinning faces all around me. What I said didn't help to keep them away. It just confirmed it.