Krasavits senses that something is amiss. The lamia’s eyes open and this tall, skeletal figure is looming over her, holding an ancient coin from the cursed country of Rotarm. The shock almost causes Krasavits to drop her instrument.

Sing,” the voice is dry and raspy. While sparsely feminine, it still was so. The figure shakes and gestures for Krasavits to either take the coin or if they should just drop it into the tray. A heavy strained breath is heard.
Keep this coin, please. Live.”

Krasavits was having a severe difficulty determining whether or not the stranger was a threat. The snake was shaking in horror and unsure how to respond.
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