Salim laughs at Shyka's shocked expression. He grins and claps them on the shoulder. "You and your type never

Salim laughs at Shyka's shocked expression. He grins and claps them on the shoulder. "You and your type never learn, do you? You think of us mortals as dogs to be trained, but we can still surprise you." He turns to you, and his expression sobers. "In that case, I have a proposal. The ghost tied to this crown is a mortal soul, trapped and kept from its rightful afterlife. As an agent of Pharasma, goddess of death, I could take the crown to her realm and ensure that the ghost is put to rest safely, as he deserves. It's my job, actually." He looks you in the eye. "So what do you want to do?"