I stared at the small leather pouch in my hand, slowly testing its weight. Soltair was always going on about loot and drops, and it was surprising to find it was actually just money. Supposedly, the party also collected other items of value with the intent to sell them once they returned to Heartland, but for me, just this small sack was already baffling.
Twenty gold coins. It was an amount of money I had no reference for, or understanding of. Money was something I was feeling rather nervous about using, as it felt like an essential step in gaining more independence. Slaves were allowed only what was given them, so in a way, possessing money in and of itself was another step toward truly embracing my freedom.
No sooner had I opened the pouch than a shadow fell over me. I flinched, my hands gathering protectively over the pouch, and looked up. Believe hovered over the table, smiling his oily, business smile he used when dealing with the merchants who visited the town.
