The swordsman entered the chapel and approached the priest.
“Welcome, how may I help you and your force?” the priest asked.
The swordsman replied, “Woof. That was a rough battle. Most of my men are dead.”
“Well, let’s just see who needs my help. Oh my! Your centaur is in bad shape. I can revive him, but it will cost 300 coins. Agreed?” the priest asked.
The swordsman nodded, saying, “That’s no problem. Like pretty much every creature we killed was carrying at least 300 coins.”
“Centaur has been revived. Oh my! Your elf is in bad shape. I can revive him, but it will cost 280 coins. Agreed?”
“Yeah. We got a lot of extra coins. I’m not really sure why that mist demon was even carrying cash. What’s he gonna buy?”
“Elf has been revived. Oh my! Your monk is in bad shape!”
“Yeah I know! I told you half of my team is dead!”
“I can revive him, but it will cost 310 coins. Agreed?”
“Look man, can I get a bulk rate or something?”
“…”
“Agreed.”
“Monk has been revived. Oh no!”
“Here we go again.”
Later.
“Thanks for your help, priest. I’m glad it’s so cheap to raise people from the dead. Can you imagine how unethical war would be if you couldn’t?”
“Can I help in some other way?”
“Naw,” said the swordsman. “I’m good.”
“May the powers of light always be with you, FARTBUTTS.”
“Thanks,” replied the swordsman, giggling at his own name.