The Cost of A Grudge

Raphael looked down at the large metal box laying on the floor in front of him. It was six feet in length and had a viewport on one end, allowing a view at the frozen contents.

"Pretty badly burned and scarred, but you can just make out who it is," he said to the soldier standing next to him. The disfigured face of Jhaelee de'Auvrie stared back through the viewport, wearing the last expression she had made in that life. "Though judging by the size of the casket, she's got a lot of room to roll around in there."

"And you paid how much for it, sir?" the soldier asked.

"Twenty million ISK," Raphael responded with a shrug, still looking at the corpse with a mildly pleased look. "A bit steep, but it'll be nice to have until I've collected one with my own hands."