Lucas!
I gave him my best jaundiced look. “‘Business,’ huh? What’s that when it ain’t a euphemism?”
“Geez, you sound like Eagle-Eye Sam,” Lucas replied. “I mean business, Tom. Me and my crew, we picked up some nice treasure up in Old California. Now we just have to unload it. I’m in best with the Guild, so I’m taking point on selling it.” He frowned. “It’s taking longer than usual, though. The Guild’s being real sticky about checking everything out.”
I snorted. “Yeah, we had a problem or two with bum magic items while you were gone.”
“How bad a problem?”
“The exploding kind.”
“Crap. Okay, that’s fair. But nothing we brought back is dangerous.” Lucas paused. “Well, it’s all dangerous, because it’s collectively worth a ton of cash. We scored a bunch of Old American loot: jewelry, hand tools, a bunch of stuff for the restorers, things like that. Authenticated, too! That’ll triple our take.” He shook his head. “You really should’ve gone, Tom.”
“I get worried when I can’t smell the Mountain breeze,” I replied.