(Patrick. you could just wait until I post rather than explaining. I'm sure everyone here knows the rules.)
The aristocracy trying to take from others, a brawl between natural rivals, what else was going to happen around this half-of-a-ghost town? Turns out that the ending still isn't quite there yet.
"33... 34... 35... 36," the Blastoise counted, dropping the very last coin in the bag. "And you were entitled to a third of the coins, so here's twelve." He took out that amount for the Vaporeon to quietly set into her small pouch. She certainly did her job well, but she really doesn't talk for some reason. She couldn't be a mute, could she? That Vaporeon was just probably the quiet type, that's all. Yet even after being paid, she didn't leave.
"... You can go now," the Blastoise said. No response. Just that ominous stare right back at him was the only response. "Is something wrong?" he asked, worried, progressively beginning to panic as the Vaporeon started to do something. "If you want a bit more- wait, what are you- Stay away!"
And for the second time today in town, there was a great cry of anguish.