"My... bone?"
Delfi Lesterange blinked her murky, dark green pupils, pointing at the tip of her nose to confirm again, "Holy Son, you mean to say you need my bones?"
Ramollok nodded lightly, smiling, "Indeed, Lady, due to certain trifles, I require your bones as well as two other materials that are far less precious."
"No problem, my Lord, Delfi is of course willing to serve you."
The neurotic woman grinned, then casually retrieved a dagger from her waist's storage necklace that was intricately carved with several delicate little snakes, delightfully severing her left pinky finger before mumbling something softly, causing the severed finger to burst into flames out of thin air.
When Delfi calmly put away the dagger and caught that finger again, the flesh had already disappeared entirely.
A pale and smooth finger bone appeared in her former owner's hand, smilingly presented to Ramollok.
"I'm sorry, Lady."
