Boss Crito is trembling at the end of Garyn's sword. It looks like he could burst out crying at any moment.

"Oh...g-gods, please don't kill me...the cube is on the shelf!"

"And you won't bother us while we search for the other thing we're looking for? Centurion scrap?"

"O-of course! Of course! We've been havin' trouble with those things anyway!"

Garyn smiles. "Glad we could come to a sensible arrangement. This potion should deal with your burns."

He hands a vial of healing potion to the tearful looter.