Red Beard reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden box that was about half the size of his palm. "Now, I know that I owe you, but it wouldn't be fair to my mates if they didn't get paid for services rendered. And, well, I also know Lorelai Lindisfarne won't pay a bill she didn't ask for herself… I'm going to need you to settle this tab when we're done."
He slid the wooden box over to me, and I glanced down at it with a furrowed brow.
It was made of polished mahogany and painted a garish red. A red teardrop was emblazoned over the box like a crest, but it was more like a curse.
"That's a blood phylactery, isn't it?" Liara was frowning now too. Her gaze moved from the box to Red Beard who was gazing back at her with a somber look. "You want him to make a blood oath?"
