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"Uh... yeah, have 25 pieces of copper... leave the body at the back" the bar-keep hands Morris his money and he starts dragging the mark away.
"Thanks for the money, easy work."

After dragging the mark into the nearby woods, Morris is startled by a loud sound coming from deep within.
"Well, not doing anything relevant anymore... maybe it's an airship, heard those have alot of money on 'em."
Morris moves towards the point he heard the sound coming from. Not willing to test his luck, he crouches and moves close to the ground. The dark colors of his armor serving as cammouflage to prevent being spotted.

After a long time of prowling in a general direction, he sees what must have been the cause of the sound.
A young-looking girl. He quickly stands up and jumps at her.

"Hmm... Seems sort of alive... Maybe she's edible... naw, people pay alot for slaves, and this will serve as a good one..."
Morris pokes her with his feet a few times.
"Yep, full on unconscious."
Morris draws out one of his swords from his back and keeps poking at the girl. Mostly at her now ragged robes, trying to see if she has any valuables. As well as inspecting her her body for damages. Hopefully, providing more than "Sexy rags"
"Well... she's certainly not a princess."
Morris grabs her and turns her on her stomach, facing to a side. On closer look, her rags are bloodied and has openings on her back. She has bloody stubs in these openings... She had wings?
"Naw... An Aasimar? is it? fresh from the oven too... Boy, these things fetch a high-price on the slave markets."

Morris continues inspecting her for valuables, while checking every few seconds to see if she's awake. Looks like she hit herself hard, nary a sound comes from her.

"Well, no valuables. Only bloody rags. Aasimar. Looks like i hit the jackpot for poverty. Fuck me..."