All right, Sigyn, let’s get ready to teleport this all home and —
Uh, oh! Three stout fellows in funny hats have arrived, insisting that the coffer and all its contents are theirs and that they are on their way to a birthday party to give it all away. Sorry, losers, but this is MY gold, MY frankincense, and MY myrrh.
Well, perhaps we can bargain about the myrrh, because I don’t have any embalming to do today, but the frankincense and gold are non-negotiable.
Damn. Sigyn is such a generous soul that she’s promising to give it all back in exchange…
…for a ride on the camel.