Puzzled. Graverobber was absolutely puzzled. He worked with science. Practical methods and chemical recipes were his way of life. He could remember when religious folk were more prevalent. That all went by the wayside when people started reaching for Zydrate as their saviour instead of some icon kept away in a castle in a cloud. This all seemed dubious to him and he was reluctant to simply accept it and move on. Still, what other explanation was there?
“They got you paying rent?” He raised his eyebrows a bit. Nothing in life was free. Everyone wound up paying in one way or another.
“They tell me,” Graverobber nodded his head in the direction of the uniformed cashiers behind the cash registers. “My money isn’t good here.”