Hirst hums a happy tune.

Tesha tosses an orb sigil and a bloodleech screams with rage as the ties that bind him to this plane are severed.

Hirst says in a raspy, guttural voice, "Bet I have more pacts than you have sigils."

Tesha takes a group of 286 orb sigils from a bag of stasis.

You attempt to stifle your amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

Tesha says in a demure, mellifluous voice, "What was that?"