It appeared to be a simple cable ferry across a river. Given
that at this point we were in the fifth level of Hell, obviously it was highly
symbolic of something. Everything by this point was symbolic of something, most
of it phallic and trying to pierce me. There was a figure waiting by the ferry.
“Ferryman, we need to cross. How many gold to cross?”
The figure looked at me, I assume.
“For you, no amount of gold would suffice.”
The rogue stepped up.
“For you, 100 gold.”
The whole trip was so easy for someone who loved money.
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