The mustached man didn't raise any real objections to my suggestion.
He shrugged and said, "That works for me. As long as you hand over the sword, I don't care. I'm not the one who'll be doing the stealing anyway."
I looked at the male corpse lying before me, and after thinking it through, I pulled out the coffin once more.
The sight of the red wood coffin made the mustached man shudder.
"Why are you bringing that thing out? Trying to give someone a heart attack?" the mustached man grumbled.
I gave the coffin a pat and said, "I'm going to need you to keep an eye on this coffin for the next few days. My spatial magic artifact can't hold it."
The mustached man jumped like a startled cat, practically bouncing three feet in the air.
He said in terror, "You want me to babysit this thing? For days?"
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, it's not as terrifying as you're making it out to be."
"You have no idea what that masked woman did!" the mustached man said, shaking.
