"If it bleeds gold, it is a Godless. Even if you do not partake in its ichor, keep it. Many here will want it... and do not drink from the river, ever." The man finished as he seemed to settle back down into a slump, moving his hood back up. His eyes glinted slightly. 
"One more thing, if you find a man named Rudyard... tell him an old friend wishes him well. He will understand..."