"I don't care how much we can get for it," Sister Alice protested. "It is a thing of evil! It should be destroyed. No discussion! No debate..."
"And no thought, either," the Flame Princess interrupted. "Save your self-righteous indignation for the sheep in your flock, zealot! Lazarus promised to pay through the nose for this thing. You can use your share to buy yourself a couple of indulgences to salve your soul."
"How dare you mock my faith, trollop!" Alice shouted. She pounded the table so hard that her mug of ale tipped over and spilled onto the inn's filthy floor. "The Lord..."
"Your Lord can perch on this, bitch!" the Flame Princess made an obscene gesture causing the clerics' face to darken in rage. "Lazarus wanted this damn thing. We sweated, bleed, and nearly died in those cursed ruins to find it. Therefore, we should get paid for our trouble. Now if your church wants to melt it down for trinkets to sell to the gullible, fine! But they're going to have to beat the wizard's price. If not..."
"And if the old blasphemer uses this abomination to bring forth the hosts of Hell?" Alice retorted. "What will you do then?"
"Then I die a very wealthy woman!" the Flame Princess snapped back. "We're all worm food, priestess. We don't get out of this world alive. The only question is 'when?' Besides, you priests see demons and devils behind every rock and shrub. You even see them in your knickers! How do you know that this thing is dangerous?"
"How do I..." Alice sputtered in disbelief at the Flame Princess' glibness. "First of all it's glowing, you mindless strumpet! You should know by now that is NEVER good!"
"Ladies," the Magic User interjected quietly, her eyes scanning the seedy characters seated around them. "Your.... ah.... discussion might draw unwanted attention. This might not be the place to discuss such things."