Monday, 7 November 2016
[Northspell 12] a den of thieves
"Don't spend it all at once, chickens..." the woman said as she closed the door behind them.
"Spend it on what?" Gia grumbled, shoving her coin into a pouch sewn onto the inside of her tunic sleeve.
"I like it. It's pretty." Irena said, rubbing her fingers over the raised surface of the metal. "But what do I do with it?"
Gia looked at her in astonishment, while Arkel was doubled over with laughter. "You're joking, right?"
Irena narrowed her eyes. "I don't make jokes."
Gia shrugged. "Whatever. You exchange it for things you want."
"Food!" Arkel said, straightening up and patting his stomach, "You can get lots of food with it."