The Threshold IC II (D&D E6, low-op, story based)

[Kaptin Keen]

... dragon bones, whispers the ghoul shaman, enraptured. Fingers like restless spiders caress the indicated spot on the map, as his gaze becomes dreamy and distant.

Then, as if by a superhuman - or perhaps subhuman?! - effort of will, he pulls himself back, and continues:

Bones for bones, he erupts, excitedly, jangling some sort of natty leather bag - which rattles dryly, bones for bones for bones. We have elf bones for you, yes! Touch them not we did, never eat or lick or gnaw, no no no ... no.

He holds out the bag towards Bobin, urging him to take it. Take take, you take. Elf bones!