_{[No money? NO MONEY!? FEH. Worthless noodle boy! A sour fown crosses JW's face, stretching a bit further back than it would have on a human face. The boy's question kept his attention though. Maybe he just didn't have any cash ON him. Maybe he had some at home.]}

Venom. Grade A quality. Great for friends, better for enemies, but what you do with it is your business. Maybe you're sick of this old world and wanna shuffle on off.

_{[He folds his paper and takes up up a tiny glass vial with something translucent and green inside between his thin scaly fingers.]}