DM Entry: Special Delivery

Without warning, the mine shaft erupted with sparking clouds, gathering together into a swirl. With a crack of thunder, the spinning, flashing clouds spread apart revealing--very briefly--a city street teaming with people. None of the people seemed to even notice the vortex or just seemed to be walking around it. Except for one. An six-legged centaur-like creature with the head of a serpent came through the opening with a purpose. As its last hoof stepped onto the ground in the mine shaft, the sparking clouds vanished as if they had never existed.

Speaking in the Planar Trade Tongue, it addressed the cleric and the wizard, "Sssspecial delivery for ya." Its tongue constantly tasting the air as it talked. The irises of the creature's serpent-like eyes widened, perhaps to adjust to the darkness of the mines. It handed a small but heavy satchel to Hilvin and another to Mithil. "Dermont sssays its your ssssshare of the profitssss or ssssomething. I don't know. I don't get paid to know. Just making my delivery."

Satisfied that the delivery had been completed, the creature turned in place and cracked a glass pellet it had retrieved from its pouch. The vortex reappeared just long enough for the creature to step back into the crowded city street and vanish along with the electrified vapors.

Inside each satchel was a letter,

"Hilvin/Mithil, I hope this letter finds you in health and fortune. The spice trade agreement you helped set up has been doing rather well as of late. So here is your share of the profits. You should find in this satchel three gold bars of the standard sort. Safe travels, friends. --Dermont."

Each standard gold bar is brilliant and shiny, worth 300 gp, and weighing 6 pounds.
Each satchel and its contents weighs a total of 20 pounds.
The mint on the bars is that of the city of Ribcage.