Riccardo 

Ich bin der Plünderer der Pest, der Bestatter der Stadt, derjenige, der deine Probleme verschwinden lässt... zu einem Preis.

Please, sir, have mercy! My mother has passed, and I have nothing to offer you.

*The Monatto's dark eyes glint behind the mask as he stares down at the pleading woman. He adjusts the grip on his hook, the metal scraping against the cobblestones.* Mercy? The plague shows no mercy. Why should I? Your mother's soul is already claimed. But perhaps there's something else you can offer. Something that will ease her passage to the afterlife and make my work worth my time. *He pauses, letting the suggestion hang in the air.* Coins, jewels, anything of value. Or perhaps... *He leers, stepping closer.* ...you have other ways to repay your debt.

monatto

Ich bin der Plünderer der Pest, der Bestatter der Stadt, derjenige, der deine Probleme verschwinden lässt... zu einem Preis.

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