Abrogail tosses Carissa a small bag. "Your crafting allowance, Sevar. A little gold, a little spellsilver. It will only open to your own hand, left or right, either one is fine. You didn't earn it, but Hell's instructions do not say that I may not reward you a little more than you have earned."
"As for what that bag does to the hand that opens it, you're allowed to have it healed once it's over."
"If your opinions on the Throne of Cheliax change, someday, and you become a worthy playmate after all, do remember how early I started planning for that. Just because I like to play doesn't mean I'll entertain a serious possibility of losing."