Where am I going to get- I dunno- how would I make four thousand coins out of Iron? Where would I find it.
Sadly that's not my problem, but I can't do anything about your condition for free.
I don't get by otherwise. Dry business a lot of the time.
-Dan Curtis notices Granteed and waves him over-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postHey
Good day. -there's a small auburn flame in his eye-sockets-
Do you know where I can find four thousand iron coins? I need to pay this lawyer. -points to the skeleton-
Unusual currency, i'm more than aware. Coinage can be made by mortals, it makes inflation a problem back home with more money in the system, but that won't matter to me if i can pay my rent.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell, as long as it's by the end of the month, I'm fine.
Otherwise I might be losing an apartment. Which is a shame, because it has a nice view over the rest of Dis.
So yeah-... -but why on earth does this seemingly average 12 year old boy need lawyer services from what seems to be some kind of demon-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell, I live in the City of Dis. Part of one of the many districts of the underworld, otherwise known as Hell. Though there are others, I've commuted to the others. Tartarus was interesting. Usually has the most- unique cases.
Well- I think- I'll start asking around for other people... To help fund-raise, I guess.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMinor correction- I'm half-demon. Contracted human that underwent a change of matter. I wasn't a born demon, anyway.
But- semantics. -shrugs-
Well- mostly to sort out what I am... I'm- a ghost, but I'm not fully a ghost... I'm able to be material- i can't phase through things- yet I'm ageless, and able to go invisible.
And then- knowing what I am- what to do about it.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-the skeleton Lawyer notices bad link, and puts one finger to his temple, giving a small salute of hello-
Don't mind me.
Well- yeah. I mean- that'd be making a contract. According to him.
-chimes in- And my business is legal, I don't make contracts- I analyze them. Well- usually. I do other work, but point being that I don't make contracts, I'm incapable of doing it as part of the contract I had to become what I am.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-granteed is out taking a walk, when he spots this weird scene involving the talking skeleton-