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Though moonlight was his only source of illumination, the shape of treasure was all to familiar to the merchant Furrman. As Franz’s eyes read the dug-up chest’s label, the sound of a New Vegas jackpot started ringing through his ears. While the wagonmaster wanted nothing to do with it, they simply could not just leave this mystery box unopened. Without skipping a beat, Franz was giving their guide a spiel as to why this could not be left alone. [color=a0410d]“Mister Shepard, the box clearly states ‘trinkets.’ Why would buried treasure mislead us? Even if there was a silverfish inside it, it’s either dead or the world’s smallest specimen. Besides, we’re gonna need a gravemarker for the guiding runes that I’ll be using for your son's spirit and for future traveling merchants. That box emptied is perfect for it. Now, you just worry about the burial here while one of our associates uses their immense strength to pry it open and get it ready!”[/color] the greedy merchant would state with a smile that would shine in the dark night.

Franz would motion towards both Joe and Frankie, urging them to come over and get this loot out of the way. In the meanwhile, he would remove the lid from his bottle of vodka and proceed to pour small portions on his hands and the freshly dug gravesite. Franz would touch the forehead of Isaac and then close the boy’s eyelids with his liquor-blessed fingers. After a few moments of silence, he would look at Shepard square in the eyes. [color=a0410d]“If you have anything you want to bury with him, just know that I’ll be marking the curse of grave robbers on this site. Should deter any attempts of defilement.” 
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