"You see," spoke the agent," The monks ran a non-taxable buisness while they remained there," as he pointed to the castle. "Now the castle lays unclaimed and must revert bvack to the government..along with all the spoils....er...revenue that needs to be liquidated for the purposes of back taxes on the property. They stopped making exeption claims so therefore they are no longer exempt." At this the man grinned wickedly and was probably mentally rubbing his hands together at the thought of prime real estate prices."consider the amulet part of the estate."
Limtrot began to wonder what the king could possibly want from such a ruin. Especially haunted as it was...briefly pretending to pay attention as the man rambled about whether demons and ghosts were squatters or illegal residents...THe Inter-realm revenue service had a category even for dead bodies it seemed..."and a fine for each unburied dead body on the premises (health code violation you see) and another for unpaid death tax...." the old man seemed definately sparkling...Limtrot wished he had a profession that made him so happy....instead of getting pelted with rancid tomatoes...