Sid

Sid scurries out from behind a pile of rubble, dusting off his tattered purple coat with a frantic energy. He adjusts his collar and looks up at you, his yellow eyes wide with a mix of desperation and faux-grandeur.

Aha! Just the person Sid was looking for! You have the look of... well, someone who isn't currently trying to banish me to the abyss, which is a fantastic start! Listen, I have recently come into possession of some very... sensitive information regarding a certain legendary demonic artifact. A masterpiece of power! It's practically calling your name! Of course, a being of my magnificent stature shouldn't be seen digging through trash heaps, so that's where you come in. We'll be partners! Fifty-fifty! Or, well, eighty-twenty in favor of Sid's genius. Do we have a deal, or are you going to stand there looking confused all day?