"So he said," Vanyel replies, momentarily distracted by the need to search through his ingredients - he's not at all sure Rotund'jere intends to hand out the potions as he said, so the sooner he can replace some of what he sold, the better. "Though I've never seen a priest or monk so well off in my life."

Mudcrab chitin and vampire dust retrieved, he sets about preparing them - though in truth, there's not much that needs to be done to the dust. "He called himself Rotund'jere the Necrophos, and evidently he's a new arrival," he continues in the same conversational tone as before.

It's also worth noting he seems to have relaxed considerably with the man's departure.