Dealer of Black Market Headpats
The whippet turns back to the party, and gives a small shake of the head.As far as he may be concerned, there is no curse or enchantment to be found in the treasures.
Only dusts and ashes.
Though the skulls in particular, and the bones in general, seem to have been... deformed. Twisted. Reshaped. Not recognizable to be of any known species anymore.
"Nothing that I can see. It's probably safe."
Seer steps to the side, not interested in looking through the treasure.
Thelenaeus faces Jason and gestures to the treasure and bones.
"Now then, how shall we distribute the spoils, kip?"
A few of the sailors not on guard step around them, looking hungrily at the treasure. Morag also steps up, though her gaze rests on the twisted bones.