A Little Of Each, Actually.

The Champion prays to you, silently, :You are lucky that I know the lore of the game well 'Nimrev: God of Vermin' and therefore know that while the clergy cling to only one God it is not forbidden to aid other faiths, in fact refusing to do so on religious grounds is forbidden unless there is a Vendetta declared between the two churches. You are not Lorchos, who is my God, but you have asked me for a boon, and so, in Lorchos name, I agree. You owe Him a Favor for using one of his clerical officers in this task rather than your own.: 'Vicious' prays to you and out loud shouts: "Fine, I'll do everyone a solid and bid 25GP, any of you who ever had a conscience leave a copper at the next shrine to Lorchos you come across for the three minutes I saved you!"

"Twnfv-un, twnfv-twi, sooold!; to-the-cleric-of-Lorchos-in-the-back-for-twenty-five-gold!" The auctioneer says in that rapid-fire way that only auctioneers ever really master.

"Champion, actually..." Sydney mutters as he heads over to the desks offsides to settle accounts. You intercept him with the wave of rats, each one carrying a pouch of money in its gut, which they throw up at his feet. (You've been consolidating, and discarded anything suspect or marked with magic and/or obvious mundane gang insignia, as well as all the coins above gold in value, which would raise eyebrows how he got them. The rest are stored in a hidden rat den for later use...) He's kind of disgusted, you can tell by the look on his face, but takes all the cash and adds it to his inventory, netting him a profit on the whole venture of just over ten times what he spent...

Plus you owing Lorchos a Favor, that's going to be an issue later, you're sure of it...

Well, the virus will have time to do its work now, best to g-