"I don't think he's here," Riadou said, stumping past the bodies like they were so much drift wood. "I need to set down these, these are. We're gonna sell em, me and Genma. Because, we're gonna. I mean, Genma and I." He set the jar on the bar, knocking two notes off the bar. He picked one up, ignored the other. "I'm supposed to clean out the basement. i can do that. Genma'll help, if he shows up,"
He was glazing open, he could feel it. he gave himself an hour of utter denial before he went BACK into town and and got a piece of jizz stained sheet from their room. There had to be ONE voodoo shaman SOMEWHERE that could fucking make a homing device with jizz, right?