Stray lanterns — Episode 23

Tonight, it's top-shelf liquor, three bards, and zero regrets! Your total lack of restraint finally suits my taste Carry it yourselves, ladies, or I'm charging a hauling fee Tie me tight, Bookworm My husband still needs your skin Please stop projecting your serial killer domestic fantasies onto me Pipe down, corpse fucker The adults are counting loot Shouldn't we alert the guard? Leaving her tied up feels- The dead don't pay taxes, Iggy Let her rot I like you when you're cruel, Cleric She's free! She's coming to peel my skin!

Relax, Bookworm We got the gold, and you got an admirer Who knows,? maybe she'll give you a real good time before she takes it If one more thing jumps out, I'm filing a complaint with the heavens Relax, Holy One We buy the bar and bathe in gold Keep moving Cold drink locked door before sunset We are officially out of debt No more cellar rat meat To never looking at another skeleton again To spending every last coin tonight!