The Troll raised an eyebrow and leaned on his counter. "Don't I? A young orphan, recruited by the Shattered Hand. A tattoo carved in the palm of his hand that looks like this?" He extended a hand with a scar of a crudely drawn hand on it. "I know about Ras' past, The'kal and Arlokk's plan to make him a proper god. I worked with him until he was ordered to slit my throat." He pushed the box towards Shauna and collected his gold. "Pleasure doin' business with you, Shauna."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>