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| description = '''Wealth Offering to Bhaal''' proposes death in exchange for gifts.
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
| book text = Lord Bhaal, the poison that quack sold me was not effective diluted in the ale. Writhing failure of a slave that I am, I offer all of the gouted landlord's gold, grifted from deviants in their excess. I pray only it can fund a mighty homicide, and one day my corpse may sip on gall-goblets with you, in your domain.
| book author = Cult of Bhaal
| book text = Lord [[Bhaal]], the poison that quack sold me was not effective diluted in the ale. Writhing failure of a slave that I am, I offer all of the gouted landlord's gold, grifted from deviants in their excess. I pray only it can fund a mighty homicide, and one day my corpse may sip on gall-goblets with you, in your domain.
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| where to find = In the Gilded Chest {{coords|59|972}} in the south east of the [[Bhaal Temple]].
| where to find = * In a [[Gilded Chest]] in [[Bhaal Temple]] {{coords|59|972}}
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Wealth Offering to Bhaal proposes death in exchange for gifts.

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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.

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Lord Bhaal, the poison that quack sold me was not effective diluted in the ale. Writhing failure of a slave that I am, I offer all of the gouted landlord's gold, grifted from deviants in their excess. I pray only it can fund a mighty homicide, and one day my corpse may sip on gall-goblets with you, in your domain.