The elf gives the body a distasteful examination, then makes another gesture and [i]lifts[/i], the necromancer rising into the air as if hoisted under the arms, blood dripping from the gaping wound. "We may as well bring our proof, and telekinesis is less… messy than the alternatives."

The short walk back to the inn is quiet, Lanessa not offering up any conversation as she places the body against a nearby tree and takes over reporting your success – something Malene is more than happy to spend a minute confirming, even if she seems slightly queasy afterwards. Nonetheless, a small pouch of money is handed over, and in turn handed to you: ten septims*, [i]nothing[/i] in the grand scheme of the wealthy, but an appreciable fraction of the profits even an inn around the Imperial City's highways can expect and enough for someone of modest means to perhaps eke out over an entire year.

It's quite possibly more money than you've ever handled in your life.

Equally welcome are some supplies for the road ahead. Bread, dried fish, and wine; nothing fancy, but more than good enough as you continue travelling through the afternoon, Lanessa finally breaking the silence. "So, how does it feel, being an adventurer? The danger is real but the rewards…"

* Ignoring the game scaling, here, which has an apple as something like 1/50 the cost of armour. As IRL, gold is worth a [i]lot[/i], and commodities will only use a tiny, tiny fraction of it.