Yeah that's really bogus. Women need pockets. [ sigh, anyway- ] Well, sorry, but you can't mug us on the count of us not having anything to be mugged. Bummer right?

[ the one-eared woman lifts up her dagger and chuckles. "We could always sell your corpses." and the two bulky helpers at the front of the alley laugh in agreement. ]

Sell them to who? Who just buys corpses?