Where do I buy a tub?

"A dragon?" The man? thing? whatever, offers Edmund a perplexed but knowing smile before once again wiping away the trickle of blood from their forehead. Reaching into their pocket as Edmund seems to agree, the tentative smile on their face grows tight—just briefly—as Dante chimes in.

"Why, everyone knows helpin' out a stranger gets you speshul treatment in Mort's realm." The figure answers, flashing a smile. "But if that isn't enough to wind yer watch, what would wet your whistle, mm? Besides, alls I need is a bit of water. Nothing two strong lads like yerselves couldn't do in just an afternoon." So saying they pull out a tattered and tired-looking bit of parchment which they waggle between their fingers.