Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, Davion. Coin or nothing.
[epic music]
[blacksmith] There's always the Narrows
It's murky. It makes no sense.
Finder of lost, precious things.
[gulping]
-I don't see your little friend. -Hunting.
I know many things.
[whistles]
[Mirana] How many types have you slain?
-That's quite all right. -It's the least I can do.
Maybe not all of it.
Tell me where to find them.
I know who you are and who wants you dead,
[heavy breathing]
Ugh.
I'd understand if you said no.
She will reward you handsomely if you help me.
[speaking Elven] Chagu. Chagu.
Do what you like with her.
Old family remedy. Drink it all.
[closing theme music]
Ah! [grunts]
[grunts]
-You're never gonna win, boy! -Five against.