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>>40811250 "Oh, no. Completely understandable there, buddy. How's 50 up front, the other fifty the moment we come off the train at Prometheus." The gravedigger looked over to the Gryphon, then to the body on the cot. "Oh, that one's not mine, think that's a drunk that wandered over."
He fished around in the overcoat, biting down on five ten bit notes, pulling them out to set it into the gryphon's awaiting claw. "Here ya go. Next fifty will come when we pick him up. He'll be the one that looks like ground beef in linen. C'mon, train's about to leave, it's the tiny one over there. We'll be takin' the coach in the back, jus' you, me, an' the stiff on the way home. Own bathroom an' everything."
>>40810325 "Well..." Digger sighed, looking down at his knapsack. "... don't go spreading this around, but I think there's something poking down below in the mines. Ever since we got up here, Dad says food goes missing, tools go missing, even lanterns. Everyone gets checked, no one makes enough to bribe the company guards to avoid check-in of equipment."
He opened his knapsack, a small poorly packed lunch inside. "They're probably hungry, haven't been there since my leg got cleaved off. Usually left food for them, kept the miners alert to a collapse. Better than canaries."
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